Love is the sparkle he puts in your life! -- WW44 *W/Linky*

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I used to collect these comic strips when I was young and paste them all in a diary, meaning it to be a gift for my future husband. I can't help smiling so much tonight as I came across these strips on someone's blog and I just had to share them on my blog too! I'm feeling so nostalgic right now. I still have that diary with me. I took it out and had a good look at it once more. It was soothing because it reminded me that a sincere love is always returned and I will soon have my share of it too :)

If you want to see more and more and moreeeee of these lovely series, you can google them up as Love is... comics by Kim Grove, also available in books. I can buy the book and gift it to my significant other, but it won't match the one I made for him all those years back, hand collecting these comics and putting them all together for him :)







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Hold my hand because I might disappear

I wonder how people can become small in the blink of an eye. Can anything ever be so big that you can just erase a person from your life like they never existed? (Besides something totally outrageous and unfair, of course)

How can you bring yourself to forget the time spent with a friend, a relative, a sibling, a special someone based on one mistake? Some times people make mistakes on purpose, for fear of losing, for fear of crying, for fear of falling apart may be. May be they aren't so bad and you would know, only if you give them, rather, give yourself a fair chance. Can you ask yourself to catch that single twinkle of a genuine sorry, a look that says, hey, I'm sorry I couldn't help it, I'm sorry things had to turn out this way but I couldn't tell... I couldn't see, I wanted you till the very last minute, 'cause you were special and I didn't want to lose a single moment.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

I have yet to find out what exactly goes on into the mind of a person who decides to say a "good bye". May be I'm too young to actually comprehend the severity of a farewell. Or may be I'm old enough to know how to let go or better yet, forgive: Forgive like there's no "good bye" in this world. You decide.

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Note: Just a little something I came up for a friend. She says she knows herself well, but there are some things she just gives up at. One being what this post talks about. 

Title Courtesy: Melina Marchetta (On the Jellicoe Road)

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A Thousand Years - Sunday Scribblings

That's how this age old tale goes. It starts with a  boy falling hopelessly in love with a girl. A new story begins. Probably the best you and I have heard in quite some time. The story takes your breath away. You swoon and sigh with it as the young couple fights the odds just to be together. The best part of this story is the end; there is no end to this tale. Each ending entails a new beginning.

It takes you on a joy ride -- for a thousand years or so. Lovers dream of the perfect fantasy, where a love starts as early as the time when your cheeks still flush with the colors of innocence, when the heart knows no malice, when there are no grays.

She sips her coffee when she notices the imprints of the mug on paper. Tracing it with her fingers, she remembers their first coffee together when life began; the first time she opened her eyes to something so beautiful that would only grow from here and now. It beats, it sets her free. It gives her wings and she wants to fly!

A thousand years of love - that's just about it. May be more, if we are lucky.

May you find the love of your life. Oh, and a Happy Thousand-Years to you! :)

 

Prompted at: Sunday Scribblings - A Thousand Years

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