“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” ” There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright.
"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life" - Charles Bukowski.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in the wild suspicion that she wasn't all she should be I love her and that is the beginning of everything.