Τετάρτη, 22 Μαΐου 2013

In the end, only three things matter: 
how much you loved, how gently you lived, 
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.
nothing haunts us like the things we dont say.