The fragrance always remains in the hands that gives the rose.

Anyone can love you..anyone can have a crush on you. anyone can give you flowers or gifts everyday. But it doesn’t matter to you. because what matters is for whom the flower is given. For whom your love is bestowed. In a room, two persons approach you, the person that has a crush on you and your crush. Which one of these two has more of your attention? Of course, you’ll pay attention to your crush. Because what really matters deep inside is you. not them.

If I love you, it won’t matter to you but it matters to me. Basically because, you can be loved by anyone just like me. But I can’t just love anyone. It must be someone.. just like anybody does including you.. look, a woman can screw a hundred times, not feel like it once. ‘women don’t come like men, for them it’s a little phitt. Not like a guy’s. guys really blow their brains with their nuts.men really fuck.’ Women don’t. (forgive me, I’m just exaggerating) what I’m trying to say is, maybe it doesn’t matter to the one that receives…but it really matters to the one that gives.and everyone is involved here..