You meet a million people, Keep a few, Love only one, But, you still search for another one.
Clocks slay time - time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops, does time come to life?
I feel like being a romantic chic at times. Love is the child of curiosity and father of depression. I would love to say a ‘NO’ to its proposal. Let it be a single parent.