Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die, or know that you would die without them… it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world, they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart. We love them for a million reasons. No words would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 20:08:52 +0000
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