Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It's all for the experience.
Vanna BontaLife is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.
Vanna BontaBecause I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)
Vanna Bonta