whether Romeo would have argued with Julia about the dishes? Whether it would have annoyed Kate Winslet about Leonardo's courtship behavior in the presence of other women? Whether Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal would ever (completely disregarding the law) married, and - against all logic - would have had children? I will never know, because that love story ended before it was beautiful.
Maybe that was rightly so - because normally - if not a painful and annoying death comes in between - this couple would be so like many others have failed: Extremely ugly. Perhaps you can imagine something like this in an oversized hourglass. When we get to know it is full - and any magical factor then determines the size of the hole, falling in the sand.
Or, less offensive, and instead more romantic: Maybe just for chocolate's heart. Fuel. At some point, ignited, and, ideally by external fault terminated prematurely. An empty heart is spilled ugly. And it denies so much - to permanent presence to lack of space, by a hair in the sink.
but
What is it that some people make it fill this place in our hearts for years - and in turn others from the heart even as a little bit of pickup route taken be? Why is there little moments that change our lives and in turn large that happen just like that? Why some watches are run dry sand after days - and other even after years of empty yet rudimentary?
Would not it be extremely useful to see this remaining quota love at first sight? Be projected directly onto the forehead of each man. You could walk through the pedestrian zone would probably look to many zeroes and single-digit or two-digit numbers until at some point before me is clear: the figure eight. Infinity. The jackpot. Bing.Bing.Bing. - And you would have found themselves suddenly - while one in the same situation without feeling display tank probably just walked past each other would be, might have replaced a small, secretive, shy glance. But that would
magical? Love on a button, so to speak?
It would be ergonomic. And sometimes it would save trouble, handkerchiefs and high phone bills. Perhaps we should balance this internal synchronization display just see out unless you inform the person concerned, at least ever was in bed? But where the love begins to when, and where does it end? And above all, who says that the emotional state can not fill?
I notice there are missing details. I'll sleep on it.
Maybe that was rightly so - because normally - if not a painful and annoying death comes in between - this couple would be so like many others have failed: Extremely ugly. Perhaps you can imagine something like this in an oversized hourglass. When we get to know it is full - and any magical factor then determines the size of the hole, falling in the sand.
Or, less offensive, and instead more romantic: Maybe just for chocolate's heart. Fuel. At some point, ignited, and, ideally by external fault terminated prematurely. An empty heart is spilled ugly. And it denies so much - to permanent presence to lack of space, by a hair in the sink.
but
What is it that some people make it fill this place in our hearts for years - and in turn others from the heart even as a little bit of pickup route taken be? Why is there little moments that change our lives and in turn large that happen just like that? Why some watches are run dry sand after days - and other even after years of empty yet rudimentary?
Would not it be extremely useful to see this remaining quota love at first sight? Be projected directly onto the forehead of each man. You could walk through the pedestrian zone would probably look to many zeroes and single-digit or two-digit numbers until at some point before me is clear: the figure eight. Infinity. The jackpot. Bing.Bing.Bing. - And you would have found themselves suddenly - while one in the same situation without feeling display tank probably just walked past each other would be, might have replaced a small, secretive, shy glance. But that would
magical? Love on a button, so to speak?
It would be ergonomic. And sometimes it would save trouble, handkerchiefs and high phone bills. Perhaps we should balance this internal synchronization display just see out unless you inform the person concerned, at least ever was in bed? But where the love begins to when, and where does it end? And above all, who says that the emotional state can not fill?
I notice there are missing details. I'll sleep on it.
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