"GOD has not called me to be successful. He called me to be Faithful… Never forget or neglect anyone because nobody knows what's coming tomorrow. You will know their value when you can't meet them once again in the lifetime." Mother Teresa "The more society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it…. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love." George Orwell

I Need to Know if….

Life will swallow you up and everything will be forgotten and our thoughts and things we have done will have been for naught.

I have never been bothered with loneliness. Personally, I think that one other person or number of people could enter the room and would not cure what was bothering me. I know only one thing:

“Never throw out anybody”.

People say when we grow older we can discover that one of our hands is to help ourselves, and the other for helping others.

Anytime, when I need a helping hand, I can find one at the end of my arm.

I know that when I behave as a Lady, the man next to me behaves as a gentleman. This sentence makes my (your) self – respect really important; so I cannot realize how we can respect ourselves, searching us and the happiness in minds and hearts of others.

I have no idea why people think I am different, when I am not. I do not need to know how much money you’ve got or what you do for a living, who you know or where you have studied.

I need to know if you can go through your life, full of mistakes and still live with failure, yours and mine.

I need to know if you can wake up during a period of deep sleep and forgive me and yourself about the things and mistakes we have and haven’t done. And you know you wake up only because of me, I have been waiting for that moment.

I need to know about your feelings and pain, what you ache for, and if you can overtake your fear of meeting your and my heart’s longings.

I need to know if you have accepted our healthy break, as adults, like a shadow dancer with wildness, and have kept the memory of your and my fingers looking like fools for love.

I need to know if you have forgotten how old we are, have become opened by the life’s grass up and opened up from fear of failure pain.

I need to know if you can sit with pain, yours and mine, without talking about it or hiding how much you have loved.

I need to know if you can stand up, without feeling you are the most important human being, and still have the feeling of limitations of being human.

I need to know we know all about me and you and still can say: “You are my life”.




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