The hardest goodbye always go slow.
It’s Painful to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go.
Painful Painful Painful.
The most Painful goodbye’s are the ones that we never expected.
I know we will always stay connected.


Its hard to forget those people who gave you so much to remember.
The best memories.
The memories are still here, but the person is already gone.
Only memories will last forever.


The worst part is when the things you worry about happens.
The happy ending i’m thinking about, became a sad ending.
No matter what happens I will still love you.

And when one sins a little and falls into sin: He gurgles chocolates down his throat with unauthorized methods, giving one-person cakes the ultimate honor of such sublime and sublime passions as being in love! To become one: Flour, water, eggs with an immortal yet metaphorically changing dough body, mouth-watering, bohemian distillates, can be created for rebirth! - One can and feels conceived, the subtle, superstitious details do not yet form - only at the cost of hard work -


the whole and thus the re-created Universe is sanctified: A bite of only tastes, smells, and thoughts - a redeeming noble task: To rename people into unity, a common wavelength, if possible!

In the rumen of abundance in the furnace, on the wedding bed of flame-caves, the flame gave birth to millions: diligent yeasts again, they could recreate even man-made dough. How many uplifting and special miracles does it hold, and how many more can the waiting, the well-deserved fruit of our patience, unfold?

And how the dough shape fills and swells: it resembles the condition of blessed mothers, while its waistline increases in a curved curvature, and it is exciting, as if only the Sun was caressing. You see, there will be plenty of good, and the dated universe will be carefully highlighted, with due maternal tact; be careful not to crack your existing cartilage,

and they are dressed in a heavenly garment of sifting powdered sugar, which is falling like snow, and it sweetens as many tiny ***** of true pearls as the sieve sifts! "We're still waiting with a scurrying worried stomach." In the attic of our mouth, in the meantime, the charm and the fried bride were served directly to our table!

It never occurred that in order to live one will have to
preserve one's pain
That smiling may come at the cost of repaying its debts

I very much feel sorry for the tearful ******, who gave her martyrdom as a gift to someone she loved best: and the soul of her fragile, blessed heart dreaded a thousand ominous horrors, even fire, though she had learned early on: Deception, rejection, and suffering. Outside, a charming smile was hidden on the fit child's face, - I guessed the swirling dying of tears then - in his star-cherished, proud eyes, the cosmos emptiness conceived because of his sorrows!

Selfless, angelic goodness was his most miraculous antidote, and while comforting others with a vulnerable mood perhaps, he always seemed to comfort himself a little, and the self-forgotten, heavenly smile: It was a nuclear explosion of stars than when planets more valuable because of irresponsible recklessness!

And now he was unstoppable, in order of war, he also marched against the tide of bullets of our tears, and every single whistling, hissing sigh wounded his ashes, hollow face. "I was very sorry for the tearful ******;" my bleeding heart sunk into lethargy that I had to see through the veil of cleansing tears, his broken desires and dreams!

But I would have comforted the poor then and there! I would have kissed the queen eggs of her feet even more — the blood was only gradually throbbing like a volcanic eruption! We would have comforted each other with a love of selflessness: You and Me!
"But the traces of the lost, happier times also died with the curse of a secret and quiet monotony: And only your constellation shines on me from a distance of billions of years of loneliness holes, up there in the vast space of the empty mourning sky!"