3 new stitching magazines, a pound of cookies from the Persian bakery (please let Heaven smell like cardamom, please, please, please), and an ice-cold Coca-cola. I can not think of a better wedding present for myself . . .
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls