Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Time can't erase a feeling this strong;

"Never steal, lie and cheat. But if you must steal, steal my heart. If you must lie, lie in my arms. If you must cheat, cheat death so we'll grow old together."

Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

But inside our heads, there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like a library.
To understand the workings of our own heart, we have to keep on making new reference cards.
We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases.

In other words, we’ll live forever in our own little private library.

There’s a lot of things you should make back up plans for, but love isn’t one of them.

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