WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHY IN POLLACHI
I love being married. It’s so great to find one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHY IN POLLACHI
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking out for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow–this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Marriage is about becoming a team. You’re going to spend the rest of your life learning about each other, and every now and then, things blow up. But the beauty of marriage is that if you picked the right person and you both love each other, you’ll always figure out a way to get through it.
Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
