To survive, you must tell stories.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Suddenly the reader’s eyes were filled with tears, and a loving voice whispered in his ear: Why are you crying if everything in that book isn’t true?
And the reader replied: I know; but what I feel is real.
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky….








