When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose


It reflected on me... When it will bloom? Beats me...

Liking someone is about who he/she is, not what he/she was.


Ugly Duckling had a wonderful night!