The autumn breeze and orange leaves, the melody of the broken crunch beneath the feet, sunset trees swinging in the wind, the music of the autumnal birds... I remember it, still, the magic in the winds... The spell put upon the air... Thanks for that memory of first love.
For me, my memory, Of childhood is - In chocolates, In licking the moist, In enjoying the burst Of flavors,
Love is better when you laugh together. #LoveAndLaughter Laughter, the trickle of happy jingles, the music of soul and love. Laughter, the knot that connects the heart and keeps them afloat with love. Laughter, the match that lits the ember in heart and make it glow... Isn't it true, that laughter makes the Earth move, with happy bubble? Isn't it true, that laughter keeps the old love alive and still new?
She sighed softly, almost as if she was afraid to break the spell in the air. "Wishes are costly, Albert." She whispered and smiled, mischievously. "I will spend a fortune for you. For that wish, with you."