Beautiful

Its a bundle of possiblities, probabilities, impossiblilities et all --this life. It never ceases to amaze, never ceases in its torture, never ceases in the hope that it provides. Its a miracle that we all continue to live with death all around us, continue to love with broken hearts all around us, hoping perhaps that death will not come, and more ironically that love will conquer.

What will be the thing to cling on to at the end of ones life? What will be memorable enough to comfort during death? Is it the feeling of love that one felt for another, or is it someone's love for oneself.

What is more beautiful? Your true love for someone or someones true love for you?

I dont know.

But i know just this one thing.

Someone's true love for you may not be yours to take but theirs to give, but no one can take your true love away from you...its always yours to give.

They can take everything away, but they cant falsify your love.

Its always yours. Its always beautiful.