It wasn't early in the morning, yet it wasn't late. It was about half past seven; I didn't need to check the clock, I knew it by the atmosphere. This particular time is always the best phase of mornings. It's when day greets night in a beautiful mess. When the cool drab of night is reintroduced to the glowing smile of day. To put it simply, it's like an evening in the morning.
Whirring fan, warm blankets, soft sheets..could it get any better than this?
Of course it could. With company. I mean, these kind of moments are meant to be shared, no? Life is meant to be shared.
But no. Not yet.
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A man needs a much bigger orbit than a woman. He needs a mission, a life purpose,
A man needs a much bigger orbit than a woman. He needs a mission, a life purpose,
and he needs to know his name. Only then is he fit for a woman,
for only then does he have something to invite her into.
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