Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~
I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.