It is the heart that feels warmth, affection that stays steadfast, and love that lasts a lifetime.
If only we could have met a little later. Just a few more years—to have you prepare my toothbrush in the morning, and to tuck you in warmly when you fall into a light slumber. Only then, we would fall in love.
Like you, I still care for you and wish for your well-being. Though we can no longer live together, we can never truly forget each other. It is not that the love has faded, but that it runs too deep, and I chose to leave rather than suffer under the weight of it.
I am not afraid of becoming someone I despise; I am only afraid of living a life inferior to theirs.
Happiness belongs to oneself; it depends on how you nurture it.
Whether it is the lingering dance of wind and leaves, the attachment of rain and flowers, or the rhythmic flow of mountains and waters, it is all nature's call to autumn. As autumn awakens, she may grieve at the fading of all things, yet rejoice at the abundance of the harvest.
Those who fear suffering are already suffering because of their fear.