You are so loved.
It all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all.
Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember
I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.
heyfranhey
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Anaïs Nin