There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across

She Strived For Perfection. She Loved Setting Herself Tasks, Sometimes Impossible Ones, To Prove To Her Heart That Underneath Every Seemingly Ugly Thing There Was Something Beautiful Inside.

She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.

Life Is Everything, And You Haven't Lived It Properly Until You Believe.

A Veil Hangs Between The Two Opposites, A Mere Slip Of A Thing That Is Transparent To Warn Us Or Comfort Us. You Hate Now But Look Through This Veil And See The Possibility Of Love; You're Sad Now But Look Through To The Other Side And See Happiness. Absolute Composure To A Complete Mess - It Happens So Quickly, All In The Blink Of An Eye.

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.