“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden - hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”

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People meet by coincidence n chance,
n spend sweet times togather,
then God separate them,
not 2 end d story but to see how much they remember each other...............................

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see in my eyes....!!!

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”