A share of Memories
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Last published Wed, Sep 10, 2014
Hi name's marie Ann , marien for short.. I fell inlove with this not so popular but tall guy who made me realize that love should not only be Given by one person inside a relationship but .. ALSO EQUAL..Being a Senior is so difficult in terms of prioritizing things.. and is also a hard time to find some extra time for your happiness.. Although, love can be tough at times, you will always find a way to fix it up and build it again ... I always end up relating love to a house.. because one of my subject teachers told me that: "A house won't be beautiful if it only has Bright paints and beautiful designs , it will be More beautiful if the foundation itself is STRONG" the only meaning that came to my mind is : A Relationship will not last long if you two will only have happy times and happy bonding moments..sometimes, you have to accept the fact that people really encounter problems,struggles and challenges to test if you were really strong enough to fight for each other..
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