Can we ever understand what goes on between two people on the inside ?
Can there be any better place to see your money unless, it's your closet and it hangs right there ?
Are we still the era of ' me and you, just us two' ?
In her neat uncounciousness, she lay in soft egyptian covers, in some beauty of her own or shall I say poise?
Yeah! the true forward tradionalist like me can often have these questions on my mind, no matter how wise I become or how stupid this world may get. I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. Then you gotta be like that breez in love, always around.
You gotta be the 'hybrid' of all the females in one man's life .
When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through.
Sometimes, that makes you feel better or maybe it just makes the 'struggle' sound easier than is was.
“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”
― George Eliot
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