Some things are just beautiful,
Like when \'about to\' becomes already done,
\'When a person whose gotten used to his own voices \'I like you\', never being replied to one day, hearing that blissful reply of \'I\'m yours\' from the lips, of the one they cherish most...Like loving each other, the way the ocean loves the waves, with the rhythm of their own current they float in the same direction and look forward to the same direction,same energy and same vision,
Like when you finally finish walking through the valley of death and finish it and in the end you finally get it that, light at the end of the tunnel actually exists,it\'s a thing and that to every dark night, there\'s a a fine bright morning,
You know what else is beautiful?
Wrecking every single sky that said to you,you can\'t go beyond, furthermore doing it earlier than you thought,
And finally having hands that help me sculpt my fantasies to reality is the most beautiful thing.