He is her boyfriend.
She is his beautiful.
Honesty is her best friend.
And God is Honesty’s best friend.
And together, things couldn’t be better.
“Happiness has nothing to do with pleasure.
You feel pleasure when you want something and you get it. Or when you don't want something and you remove it.
Pleasure is always relative. Happiness is absolute.
Happiness is the understanding and acceptance of life as it is in this very moment as completely perfect, because every creation of God is perfect.
The degree to which you do not accept life in all of the Divine forms is the degree to which you suffer.”
Says Honesty. And Says God.
Agree with them.
When you love a person you are giving them the power to hurt you.
L is for the way you LOOK at her. I hope that’s love within your eyes. I know you’ll never love her like I did, but try. Strive to reach that goal, and give her what she wouldn’t take from me. She deserves it, but just doesn’t know it yet.
And don’t hurt her. Please whatever you do, don’t hurt her. She’s delicate.
She may not look it, she may bottle up all those emotions—but one day they’ll explode. And I know I’ll be the one there holding her when she weeps. And where will you be?
Not there? I know.
Behind those smiles, she’s hurting. I’m not sure what it is, but girls have that amazing ability to hide for extended periods of time. Sure, we do it too. Or I know I do … but not like they can.
Don’t hurt her. How many times have I got to say that before you promise? Before you swear?