In all it's ache a hint of comfort.
It's really wierd...the feelings that we get sometimes. We feel them. We think about them. And then...ironically...we can't do much about them.
In its completeness the hollow created by it will leave us vacant. And we know it. But even by trying to be all wise and intelligent we just melt with the smile on that face.
But then...do I love by only touching? Or do I love by only saying?
Can't I just love?
In it's wholeness, its the feeling that counts. Nobody can create it. Nobody can destroy it. But we can only feel it.
So let's smile with the smile and find the essence of true meaning of love. It's not about getting it. It's about feeling it and finding peace in it.
In all it's ache a hint of comfort. wierd
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