Why, oh whyIs itSo damn difficultFor just 'some of us'To find love?Almost everyone we know,Almost everyone who isn'tEven half a good person as us,Almost before they know itHave found love?Is there somethingIntrinsically wrong with us?Are we asking too muchIf we won't settle with lessThan the love and respect we give?Are we fools to believeIn genuinenessIn [...]
I want a love A lot like food. Not just any food, But my favourite kind. Not any more, Not any less, Just right, According to my senses. The kind which Even when not in form, Still is heartwarming, Still means home. No day can wreak Enough havoc That this food Can't overcome. Whose thought [...]
She was convinced he would not find her. There were way too many others around. But he did -- every single time.