“How much do I hope could pop up with you at the turning corner?
Come across this fragile sensitivity and it is such a similar savvy emotion puts a sparkle in my eyes. I can’t address a decent answer in that I put in a call to God when God get on the phone. I ask God why woman cry always.
The saying of God as:
“I made women who had to be something special”
“I gave her the strength on the way to find out her happiness; I gave her the hardness allows her to keep going when everybody else gives up and takes care about her family from fatigue and sickness without complaining; I gave her strength to carry his husband from faults and made her from one of his rib to protect his heart; I gave her wisdom to let her know that a good husband never hurts his wife and sometimes tests her strength and resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly; I gave her inner confidence to let her endure the panics more than often; I made her shoulder strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort; I gave her sensitivity to love her husband and kid under any and all circumstances; I gave her the tear to shed, it is hers exclusively whenever it is needed. ”
I belong to that classification people that prone to be moved with a certain inner feeling dictatorial but strong and overwhelming governed my heart all at once. I thought about her and her tear while on the way home with crowds gathered in the shuttle bus. Can’t swipe out just hither and thither.
PS: Made the heart as a ferry however, no boat near close to yet.
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