It is only a journey between two breaths. Then, what is all this fuss about? Just keep loving everything you have...hold your loved ones close, keep reminding them and yourself, how much you love them and how lucky you are to have them in your life...you never know, when circumstance and people will change...nothing is more painful than remorse and regret...
simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
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