A fire that never dies, burning you forever.

-Mozart

You said you would never hurt me, never make me cry.

Well, there's one thing i can admit, you tell a perfect lie.

A successful relationship requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

Always with the same person, but deeper and deeper every time. Each time on a whole new level you together open in love and discover the truth of your beloved anew. There is no limit to the beauty of your beloved. If you think you've reached the end, stop generalizing. :)

Yesterday I attended this very unique and by far the most comfortable debut I've attended. The debutante was a very special friend, one of my closest friends in college. Throughout the debut, I can't help but notice how special she is to everyone else. They went beyond what was expected in their surprises for her. Everyone went the extra mile to make the night extra special for her.

I admittedly feel jealous of her, having so many friends, having been so special to everyone else. It makes me miss the feeling of being special to someone. Rather, it makes me wonder if I'm ever that special. Looking back, I've realized that yes, I've been special, or perhaps felt special-- but not that special to the extent that someone would go out of their way to show me that. Don't get me wrong-- I am very thankful for all the times that I felt special. But sometimes I just can't help but feel jealous of other people about my lack of specialty. Forgive me for this expressions right now but I'm feeling very sad and lonesome right now.

I want to have that feeling-- that kind of feeling that people write novels about.

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