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Optimism Is The First Cousin Of Love, And It's Exactly Like Love In Three Ways: It's Pushy, It Has No Real Sense Of Humour, And It Turns Up Where You Least Expect It.

I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have, And Can't Give To You, Crushes The Breath From My Chest. Sometimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

Sooner Or Later, Fate Puts Us Together With All The People, One By One, Who Show Us What We Could, And Shouldn’t, Let Ourselves Become. Sooner Or Later We Meet The Drunkard, The Waster, The Betrayer, The Ruthless Mind, And The Hate-filled Heart. But Fate Loads The Dice, Of Course, Because We Usually Find Ourselves Loving Or Pitying Almost All Of Those People. And It’s Impossible To Despise Someone You Honestly Pity, And To Shun Someone You Truly Love.

The Choking Humidity Makes Amphibians Of Us All, In Bombay, Breathing Water In Air; You Learn To Live With It, And You Learn To Like It, Or You Leave.

The Truth Is That, No Matter What Kind Of Game You Find Yourself In, No Matter How Good Or Bad The Luck, You Can Change Your Life Completely With A Single Thought Or A Single Act Of Love