To mention it was to ask a favor and that as you were too generous, and as for her to ask was always to have, she wouldn't

Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?

That's what life is about: People come and go.

What was that thing that could make two people promise one another to spend every day of the rest of their lives together? Ah,I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word.

Stop and take your time to notice things and make those things you notice matter.

We have a long way to go to being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he doesn’t shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?

Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.