Whimsical the Life!

Love is like a ferris wheel. There is high desire to, but less flying high. We decide who we want to enjoy next. Is that not the right partner to share, and we are no longer up there, up in the air. Memories
there are beautiful spots in vain, we are afraid to take off again, but as the last memory of megfakul trip, or going up again, and in time we recognize that you might not mind that at one time were bad memories, because we learn from it. The next time you take off, we are careful, climb better and look better, you sit next to it, so we can not hurt as much as the first time. And when finally we reach the very top wheel, to the point where the most beautiful flowers, which look down on you smiling only people we see, we are no longer down there. There is no better.