Life is too short to justify regrets, to create resentment and to fight resistance.

Our arms are too short to hug ourselves but long enough to make someone feel so surrounded by love.

Met you by accident, we've responded by choice, whatever happens...let's leave it to fate.

Love is the very ashes left when the romance dies and being in love has been burned away.

Love just like fire burns...it flirts and flickers...gets fueled, becomes fierce and hot...it consumes everything...leaves nothing and anything burned will never be the same again.

Kudos to the weak, the worthless and those in their worst of times...there's no way but up and nothing more valuable than transforming for the better.

It's hard to strike a balance. Maybe I should be weak enough to need you yet strong enough for you to need me too...