هذا هو السؤال ، ولا نستطيع الإجابة قبل أو أثناء المحن. فقط عندما نتغلب عليها سنفهم لماذا كانت موجودة.

Love creates bridges where it would seem they were impossible.

Yet I was wound up. I tick. I exist. I am poised eighteen inches over the black rivets you are reading, I am in your place, I am shut in a bone box and trying to fasten myself on the white paper. The rivets join us together and yet for all the passion we share nothing but our sense of division.

All a woman wants sometimes is for you to fight for her!!
Make her believe you care as much about this relationship as she does!!

Written By Anuvisva

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