you're my Joy and you're my Cross every little touch, the tiniest of signs - a delicate frown, a stranger word, a glimpse of bitterness in your tender, chocolate eyes - all of them are Thorns in my now weak, anxious heart... It used to be a cold and sharp jewel of ice. Ice that no one could dream to melt. But you did. You have the key to Warm it, you, only you, conquered my heart, awakening its Sweetness, Love - now I'm able to Love - Frailty. ...friendship is the most beautiful... read more
