True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN A RAINY DAY WHEN U WERE BORN,
BUT IT WASN"T REALLY RAIN,
THE SKY WAS CRYING BCOZ IT LOST ITS NICE,
GENTLE AND GENIROUS ANGLE.....GOD BLESS U
