Monday, 09 July 2012
While I write a great deal on romance, the truth is, I don’t know much of anything about loving a girl. I’m only hoping for someone to love me so I might learn to make her smile.
Though, I’ve pondered much in this lonely mind, and if I had the chance for some final words before dying, I’d say to the men: “A woman’s heart is the most beautiful thing, more precious than all the stars of every galaxy combined. Her hopeful thoughts remind us there are some colours in the world that evil can neither touch nor destroy, for her innocence is the eloquence that makes our surroundings come to life. Remember to take her hand once in a while, and look into her eyes and dream into her everything. Whisper in her ear and wish upon her heart that she’ll never lose her sense of wonder, the delightful part that makes her elegant in every way. And tell her she’s not the girl of your dreams, but that she’s her, and it’s all she’ll ever need to be for your privilege of discovering who she is.”