bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
The path to Love is so narrow that two can not walk on it , unless they become one..
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.