If only she knew that we were meant to be. Me, her and that possibility. The white picket fence and the fireplace in the living room. But I guess, some things are just meant to add to the grandeur of your dreams and then to be tied up in an imaginary box and thrown away in a corner of your brain far, far away from the realms of your memory. Real life every-day happenings are special; this is a blog of such happenings which touch my heart in ways you can never imagine.
Monday, January 30, 2012
"Love is, but a subtle reflection of humanity's obsession with immortality."
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