When you said You didn't like What I did, I dropped it. When you said You didn't like What I said, I shut it. When you said You didn't like What I thought, I stopped it. And then one day, I realized, I didn't like Who I was becoming. So I picked what I dropped. [...]
"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, [...]
If I were perfect, I would know Exactly what to say. But I bumble for words. If I were perfect, I would do Everything just right. But I make many mistakes. If I were perfect, I would treat Everyone just as they deserve. But I muddle up all systems. If I perfect, I would succeed [...]
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.
Pop culture taught her of extraordinary love. But life gave her something ordinary. Instead of a knight, she found love behind thick rimmed glasses.
The girl thought hurt was a sword. It would pierce through her enemies. The woman realized it was a two-way sword.
The devil fell for the angel. The angel broke the devil's trust. Now tell, who's the angel and who's the devil?
Home. Something yet everything. One place yet many meanings. Sometimes, near. Other times, so far. Yet, it can be felt. A place of protection. A realm of freedom. Somewhere we can be ourselves. A home, not a house. Feelings, not bricks. A reassurance that we will be fine. Years spent don't make it. Warmth received [...]
Love less. For then it would hurt less, In places you didn't even know existed. Love less. For then you will miss less Everyone and everything that now make you cry. Love less. For then the mess would be less So you could make a little sense. Love less. Can you surely to this say [...]
If it was easy, Why would we even try? Why would we even care? Why would we hang on for dear life? If it was easy, What would be the thrill? What would keep us on our toes? What would make our heart beat wildly? If it was easy, Would it really be worth it? [...]