When you forgive, you in no way change the past—but you sure do change the future.
“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
I love the way you say good morning,
and you take me the way I am.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map