Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived in an hour's journey from my home. Black hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her.And one day, me and the girl promised each other that no matter what, we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.
All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.
Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart.Like a lot of someone's.Like in a lot of " once in a while"
Growing up is never easy. It never was , n would never be.You fight to hold on. You fight to let go. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come.
But one fine evening, I think I knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing old.
I Remember the rains of the younger years. Of those carefree ,reckless days.When I went out with my friends , and splashed the mud on each other's trousers.When 4 boys smoked one cigarette, with one of us giving gaurd, and yet a fear hoverin in your mind of elders comin to kno bout ur misadventures.When one of my female fren whispered "" To be a bitch or not to be a bitch, that is the question", and I could not stop thinking bout that whisper for 3 days straight.
It's doesn't matter what you say about somebody once they're gone.What matters is how you treat them when they're still here.
Life has taught all of us few lessons.But can nething be of a higher significance than a message dribbled out from some events that causes a dent in ur heart - a message that says " the only person you can trust in this world is yourself"
But no matter what life teaches,memories remain.And they Remains etched in the core of the heart. And slowly U realise how priceless this memories are .The sight of a gal's milky white delicate fingers ,with the long black nails, cuttin across a cheese burst pizza, and gorging it into her mouth.The wonder in her eyes ,reflecting the pleasure she derives out of that pizzam would probably kill a thousand of innocent kids just by the sheer magnitude of its innate beauty .
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of the "coming of age" years stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house, like a lot of houses. A yard like a lot of other yards. On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back...with wonder
All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.
Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart.Like a lot of someone's.Like in a lot of " once in a while"
Growing up is never easy. It never was , n would never be.You fight to hold on. You fight to let go. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come.
But one fine evening, I think I knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing old.
I Remember the rains of the younger years. Of those carefree ,reckless days.When I went out with my friends , and splashed the mud on each other's trousers.When 4 boys smoked one cigarette, with one of us giving gaurd, and yet a fear hoverin in your mind of elders comin to kno bout ur misadventures.When one of my female fren whispered "" To be a bitch or not to be a bitch, that is the question", and I could not stop thinking bout that whisper for 3 days straight.
It's doesn't matter what you say about somebody once they're gone.What matters is how you treat them when they're still here.
Life has taught all of us few lessons.But can nething be of a higher significance than a message dribbled out from some events that causes a dent in ur heart - a message that says " the only person you can trust in this world is yourself"
But no matter what life teaches,memories remain.And they Remains etched in the core of the heart. And slowly U realise how priceless this memories are .The sight of a gal's milky white delicate fingers ,with the long black nails, cuttin across a cheese burst pizza, and gorging it into her mouth.The wonder in her eyes ,reflecting the pleasure she derives out of that pizzam would probably kill a thousand of innocent kids just by the sheer magnitude of its innate beauty .
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of the "coming of age" years stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house, like a lot of houses. A yard like a lot of other yards. On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back...with wonder
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