What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

Some may say I'm perceptive" "And what would you say?" I ask, my voice edgy, tired of being toyed with. "I'd say I agree.

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.

Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?

Mine. I'm on my side.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.