I used to think that strange beauties only come to life through fire and pain.... I used to think that strange feelings olny come to life through passion and tears.... I used to have a lot of this thoughts... but now... i think that beauty comes under all shapes and sizes, comes easily and peacefully as the summer rain, comes sweet and painless as a kiss....
Now i can say that i know how hard you find beauty but i know that it's harder to keep it... don't you think? SO if you find what you are looking for... hold on to it... and, as someone said once, beauty is in the eye of the beholder... true