The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt.
The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again.
The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone FOREVER.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Honey,
If Love Comes In Colors,
I Choose Blue,
If Love Comes In Flowers,
I’ll Choose Rose,
If Love Comes In Songs,
I’ll Think Of Choosing Blues,
But If Love Should Come In Human Beings,
I’ll Definitely Not Think Twice Before
I’ll Choice You!
Because.....You Are My Choice
I''ve notice that being with you,
I smile a little more often,
I anger a little less quickly,
the sun shines a little brighter,
and life is so much sweeter. Luv U.
