Bless you precious friend

There is no word, no phrase for you on whom I so depend. All I can say to you is this, God bless you precious friend.

Once a 5 year

Once a 5 year old asked her big brother, ‘What is love? ‘ He replied, ‘Love is when you steal my chocolate from my school pack everyday, and I still keep it in the same place! ‘

We picture love

We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.