Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. we had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.I think we both know how we feel and though we were torn apart i think in due time we will meet again........
Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fadeBut doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
COUNT EVERY BLESSING.........
Collide ( Howie Day ) by flycodes.com
HEY SARAH I LOVE YOU KID YOU ARE AND AWESOMe FRIEND AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU ANY DIFFERENT....AIGHT.......love is a hard thing and a word not to be taken for granted...something we all have fell short and attempted
somethings in life are just weired others just get weireder and then it gets strang and then you get used to it
NATHANAL BOWDITCH........BEST SAILOR OF THE CENTURY