Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
She dreamt of someone walking towards her. But one day, someone always alongside walked away. As her heart crashed, she knew love.
"Am I fat?" she asked. "No baby, you are just fluffy," he replied. "Come on, am I fat?" she asked again showing him her side profile. "Sweetie, you are my lovable big hugger," he replied. "But am I fat?" she asked a third time. "Honey, you make my world go round," he replied. She smiled, [...]
What if our story Was predestined, Was written in the stars? What if its end Was already decided, Was sketched out in detail? What if our love Was doomed from the start, Was futile to fight for? What if our separating Was not accidental but Was well-planned? What if this is it? Was it all [...]
To everyone's surprise, she passed the crown of jewels. Instead, she chose the crown of flowers. Wearing that, finally, she felt like a queen.
"You're not worth it," said they. "If it's about me, then I'll decide," said I. I decided to believe in myself.
She was not his first true love. She was his last. That was enough for her.
Everyone thought she was a mistake to be forgotten. He thought she was a lesson to be remembered. She was the reason he did not mess up with his next.
He could love. That was the important part. Whom he loved. That did not matter. He had every reason to be proud of himself.
Everyone wants something like Lily-Marshall or Monica-Chandler. But real stories are made of something else. No wonder, the climax belongs to Robin-Ted or Rachel-Ross.