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