A bolt from the blue.
Life can turn into a tragedy in one night. I bathed and after, I packed for the night and the tears started rolling down. I guess this is Love. To feel the same pain.
posted by Mr Brightside at 9:50 PM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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