He was the frost that burnt her; he was the gravity that made her fly. He was her death, but nothing made her feel more alive… She not only fell in love with him, she fell in love and shattered. Her love was fierce and invincible. She gave every fiber of her being and the unseen soul, open raw to him. She drowned in his ocean and breathed his love alone.
But now he left her, she waits thinking she could see his reflection in her mirror again. She waits thinking she could wake up in the morning, feeling his warm breath, gently tickling her face again. He was the sadness that made her smile, a pleasure that tortured.
And she was the scream that never was heard, her scars are only blemishes. There is a place in her, where his fingerprints still rests, his kisses still linger, where his whispers still echo. There is a place where a part of him will forever be a part of her; He is the reason she’s placed a semicolon instead of a full stop 😦.
I don’t really know what love is, but all I know is there are smiles you never get tired of seeing, some hands you never want to let go, some memories you never get bored recalling, some presences you can never get enough of and some absence that hurt too much to ignore.There are many kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice, there are some infinities that are longer than forever, so was her love, it could never be defined because to define is to limit
One day, a man while walking towards his office saw a beggar coming to him. The beggar was in a very bad condition. He was barefoot and his clothes were torn.
When the beggar asked for money, the man said, “Why don’t you work? Don’t you feel ashamed asking people for money?” at this the beggar replied, “I do feel ashamed asking for money. But once when I took money without asking, the police took me to jail.”
One day, two friends Nancy and Jenny were sitting in a restaurant.
Nancy: How old are you?
Jenny: ( silent)
Jenny: Am only sixteen
Nancy: Last year you said you were only sixteen, and now again you are saying you are sixteen . What’s up?
Jenny:I always stick to my words
Two donkeys who were friends, met at a crossroad. One donkey was healthy and the other malnourished. The healthy donkey asked the weak one, “What happen to you? Why do you seem so weak?”
The weak donkey replied, “My master makes me work the whole day and doesn’t give me enough food to eat and also beats me.”
“Oh” exclaimed the healthy donkey. “Then why don’t you run away from your master’s house.”
He replied, “I think my job has better prospects. My master beats his only daughter, too. And whenever he does so, he says to her, “I’ll marry you off to this donkey.” For this reason I’m not running away.” lol
There are no lies
in the morning
no cheating of age
an illusion of eye
smoothing skin over bone.
No portrait hidden away
and demanding release.
Another day to face,
my confessor, so laugh
at this charting of years.
Seek God first and the things you want will seek you.
Start with what you can do, don’t stop because of what you cannot do
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a gift, accept it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a tragedy, face it.
Life is a duty, perform it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a mystery, solve it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is an opportunity, take it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is beauty, praise it.
Life is a spirit, realize it.
Life is a struggle, fight it.
Life is a puzzle, solve it.
Life is a goal, achieve it.
Life is a long process of getting happy, tired and hurt so learn to live with it
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”