The Gift Belongs To Whoever

Everything We See… Is Just The Visible Part Of Reality.

She Regretted Having Taken His Hand, She Wanted To Get Away From There As Soon As Possible, To Hide Her Shame, Never Again To See That Man Who Had Witnessed All That Was Most Sordid In Her, And Who Nevertheless Continued To Treat Her With Such Tenderness. But Again She Remembered Mari's Words: She Didn't Need To Explain Her Life To Anyone, Not Even To The Young Man Standing Before Her.

Instead Of Noting Down Things I’m Unlikely To Forget, I Will Write A Poem. Even If I Have Never Written One Before And Even If I Never Do So Again, I Will At Least Know That I Once Had The Courage To Put My Feelings Into Words.

So, I Love You Because The Entire Universe Conspired To Help Me Find You.

Don't Listen To The Malicious Comments Of Those Friends Who, Never Taking Any Risks Themselves, Can Only See Other People's Failures.