When one makes a mistake once and then repeats it then it hardly remains a mistake. It becomes a problem.
Forgiving and forgetting is an asset or not? Sometimes one believes so much in the sparks of goodness in the people one meets that they keep coming back to those people to reach out for the goodness they once saw.
Sometimes a puppy face can melt you and then crush you into a million pieces.
In innocence, ways of the world are forgotten.
Seeking that one moment of perfection becomes so important that a thousand moments spent in the agony are forgotten.
The ones that melt you also have the power to crush you.
This, scares me.