Two things comes to my mind. Way person thinks and how they view the world. How we think and view everything is such a big part of us all. Who we are as a person. What we do and how we react to different things. It all comes down to what we think and how we view the world. That is what makes everyone unique.
How can there still be tears left? How after all these years there is still more tear? How many oceans have I cried because of you? Why can’t these tears just end? Still so many years later. After how many times I thought I have mended my heart.
And yes I know that people can buy a star and name it. But even though I love myself. I will not buy a star just to name it after me. That is little bit too narcissistic in my taste. There is only one exception for this why I would buy a star for myself and it because of my adopted brother.
There was too many answers to this one so I choose to cut it into top 5 list instead of just one. I try laugh multiple times a day and I'm lucky that I have people in my life who makes me laugh every single day. And my cats make me laugh at too.
To be haunted by your ghost It is as bittersweet as cruel. Reminder love that I lost. That you are no longer here. I loved you more than anyone. Ever. My heart broke. But it ain’t my time yet.
Not very typical childhood dream when grown up profession or career. Especially for a little girl. But for me French Foreign Legion has always been the elite of the elite. And I wanted to be professional soldier. That little girl's dream was crushed the fact that women are not allowed to join the French Foreign Legion.
I started to think about the question these three came to my mind. I could not choose which one of these three would be the most important. So here are three things that most of the people don't understand. At least in my experience. Here what I think most people don't understand.
I am so happy to finish writing the plot and ready to move writing the story. I like to get plot done and then start to writing down the story. Especially when I plot to empty calendar pages to write down the plot and timeline of the story at the same time
You’re the reason I forced myself to survive. Only reason I did not give up. Not even on those dark nights. When, I wasn’t even sure would I stay alive before sun would rise. You were light in my endless dark. Flicker of hope my heart never lost. When I lost everything else in my life. There were no will to live.
I wished so long that I would be the one for you. Night after night. Follows each one all alone. Still I can be with when you arrived to the dream again. Even when you’re not here with me. You are near me. I almost can touch you.
Mysteries by Rose 