the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. the beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, because that is the doorway to the heart, the place where love resides. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. it is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.
"You gradually get over the pain. It doesn't go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he's not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you've made it through half the day without thinking of him. sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a pont when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don't see them, you don't hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street or someone unexpected mentions their name...and the memories come flooding back."
this is what i was feeling like listening to the following song. i'm actually not yet over you.
