06072013;

It may not be much, but whenever I share anything, just anything with you — food or drinks, maybe some wine jokes or laughs, maybe some time — I enjoy more of my life.

It might not be much to get a bit of your time and spend it with you all the while but as long as both of us — I’m pretty sure both of us will be happy with each other’s company.

It might not be much that I still try to make you (sort of?) mine; I know there’s a thin line between I’m being yours and you being mine, but that’s fine.

It might not be much but at least I do try; it’s better than not doing anything and to just cry; it’s better that I’m almost there right by your side instead of not being there at all.