The great men in our lives who we knew were people who knew defeat, known suffering, known difficulties, and knew a loss, but at the same time they knew the way they handle all that.
I'm not one of the angels of love I do not have the light of something I do not have a magic wand to Ojbarak to love a man, but I do not have a slender sense of what is owned by someone else than money or prestige, but I own a heart if it splattered into millions of pieces of each piece screamed love...♥♥