And if I say that love is true and honest. If I say it is all things that make the world beautiful. I would be truthful. But in this I believe that love has its own self revealing truths. Love is sacrifice as well as receiving sacrifice from others. It requires you to hold your […]
And there she was. In all the days that love had lost sight of any one soul, it had never lost hers. For she was of some other mystery, an angel I suppose. And no one knew what lay behind those eyes.
We are not perfect, we are human; and in our imperfect ness is life, love, and beautiful moments. This is where imperfection ceases.