Memories are reality’s ghosts

The past is a hotel. You can visit any time; enjoy the view. But you can’t live there. The cost is to high.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone’s spam filter is just annoying.

See with your mind, Speak with your heart,Touch with your eyes, Love with your entire being.

We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences – be they positive or negative – make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river,...

Loving you is like walking between rain drops.