A fellow blogger once said,
You have distilled emotions into your words. You write with all your feelings.
I think it was truly attributed.
You know it. That all those feelings, either good or bad, either happy or sad, lie within one and the same heart that belongs to you and you alone.
People know them when they feel them.
I know them, so I feel them.
So, it turns about this way:
Sometimes I write about feelings, I had never felt before.
Time is not about those who were there when you needed them.
Time is about those who stayed around even when you did not need them.
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