Survivors Lived With Their Mistakes.

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?

Nature Will Kill You Without A Minute's Thought, And In Nastier Ways Than A Crazy Guy With Agun. It Doesn't Make Her Any Less Beautiful.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

Laying A Hand On His Heart, She Timed Its Beats To Her Own. And Knew The Truest Magic Was There.

Life Is Never As Long As We Want It To Be, And Wasted Time Can Never Be Recovered.