until one morning, i'll wake up and find i'm thinking about something else
and then i'll know the worst is over..
my heart might be bruised, but it will recover
and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more.
it happened before, it will happen again, i'm sure.
when someone leaves, it's because someone is about to arrive -- i'll find love again.
The Zahir, Paolo Coelho
1 comment:
hi! thanks! i fell in love with his Alchemist first.. and the rest is history :)
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