as all things come, they come based on an idea. an idea developed during random and usually mention-less actions. this, came rather while browsing through some pictures and a post on a blog. a morning, usually hated by most publicly, loved by all secretly. morning, the beginning of a new day. a new day in which you can do it all over again, regardless if you got it wrong the day before. a new day when all the mistakes from your previous tries can be forgotten and replaced with euphoric memories.
morning brings a new day, when you can cherish something for the n’th time yet not be repetitive, a new day when you can feel the rays of the sun as if they are saying ‘good morning’, a new day when you can tell the person you love ‘i love you’ yet again and feel as if it’s the first time, a new day when you can look in your loved ones eyes and get lost in their eternity as if tomorrow won’t come. don’t waste the morning, it’s the perfect time to say the ‘little things’, to tell her you love her and to tell her you she’ll be in your arms tomorrow morning when she wakes up.
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