I am praying for a miracle. Hoping. Wishing.
Every time I think about it, I feel like crying. I can sympathize with Jacob when he told Bella that every beat of her heart is precious to him because it is numbered.
If I am being selfish these days, it's because I am trying to cope.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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