And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare. As any she belied with false compare. (William Shakespeare. Sonnet 130) - Tell me what's eating you,- the voice makes me forget about everything, but did I fall in love with him or it's just the feeling of comfort when he is by my side. - What are you thinking of?,- chirped another man that tries to make me laugh when I am out of mood. The choice is difficult but I must make it for better or I'll lose both of them Enjoy!All Rights Reserved