sometimes half the world apart we are, we leave ourselves many questions. Questions like if we are thought of the same way we think, questions like if we our exisitence still matter or of any significance. And if at that point of time we could teleport right beside to that person we have in mind and see for ourselves maybe everything would be different entirely. Many questions, some answered most we'll never find out.
Some gifts are big some gifts are small gifts from the heart are the best gifts of all. Pablo Neruda, "Love Sonnet XVII" :I love you without knowing how, when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this;where I does not exist nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.Happy Valentine's day.
