Labas,Aiste,
O gal nereikia tarti labas sau? Nustebai tiesa? Kvaila, kad nežinau ką rašyti. Skaitau kitų laiškus, bet jie tokie naivūs. Naivūs? Gal geriau beprasmiai. Na šį laišką...
Dear you...
I don’t even know where to begin. There are so many things I wish I could say, and maybe I’m writing this more for me than for you — but still, here it is.
I miss you. I...
You did it. You made it. You nailed it. You've graduated. You're here.
I'm so proud of you. Please hug yourself. You're incredible. You graduated. 18 years, babygirl. We're here. I love you....
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
You are my calm in the world of chaos
You are my peace in the midst of strife
You are my shore to a shipwrecked soul
You are my bridge to a lifelong goal
You are my finish of an olympic run...



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