If You Tell Me I'm Sensible In

The Simple And Most Complex Answer Is Love.

Why Couldn't She Have This, Just Enjoy This, Without Creating Obstacles, Digging Up Problems, Worrying About Mistakes, About Tomorrow's? Why Let The Maybe's, The What If's, The Probabilities Spoil Something So Lovely?

What Is Technology?" Cian Pulled His Brother Inside, Pushed The Button For The Next Floor. "it's Another God.

Love Birds Don't Always Sing Pretty Tunes.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.