I really want a penpal. Maybe it’s because I lost a really good friend of mine. Or maybe I’m just alone too much, being trapped in the house. Two old people are not enough to keep my sanity. Let’s draw pictures, letters. Something!
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies
and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.