I read the most beautiful blog today.
It's filled with one liners, or single paragraphs.
And there's so much left unsaid that you're desperate to fill in the blanks.

Here's one that I loved:

i read a book that tells about the sky, that its only beautiful because its far, far away, because the closer things are, the less beautiful they become..
and i wonder, was i ever beautiful to you?
because love, you were always so far, far away, from me

and then, this:

and when you've finally found the right one to love, will you let go of my hand?