before it all...Honestly, almost took some of this down...but hey...its out there...so.....
and now a word from L. M. Montgomery from the book Anne of Avonlea:
"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a knight riding down. Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways. Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music. Perhaps...perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."
Yep.
^_^
1 comment:
...that really says it all. i need to read that book.
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