People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.