This Was Freedom; To Feel What The

That Is Why I Write - To Try To Turn Sadness Into Longing, Solitude Into Remembrance.

The Only Reason I Don't Throw Myself Into Your Arms, Kiss You And Make Love With You Now Is That I Lack The Courage And Am Afraid Of Loving You.

The Cup Of Suffering Is Not The Same Size For Everyone.

Perseverance Brings Good Luck.

If Pain Must Come, May It Come Quickly. Because I Have A Life To Live, And I Need To Live It In The Best Way Possible. If He Has To Make A Choice, May He Make It Now. Then I Will Either Wait For Him Or Forget Him.