Sometimes I just need a shoulder to cry over. That shoulder which puts an arm across and pats saying “You’ll be alright”.
Sometimes it is just two legs which walk along. They do not care where I’m going, they just come along to give a feeling that I am not alone.
Sometimes it is the hand which is let across for me to hold. First thing I ever want to do when in trouble is hold someone’s hand. Something which we were taught ever since we came to this world.
Sometimes it is the ear which is always open to all the nonsense I talk. An ear which doesn’t judge my stupidity.
Sometimes just the eyes which do all the talking. World’s best feelings are not said aloud, they are shown in eyes. Love, anger, gratitude or whatsoever it might be.
Sometimes it is two lips which say a lot of words that complement the inner feelings. It is amazing to hear the words come from someone’s mouth.
I was asked to choose one for the rest of my life and I chose to win the heart to whom I do not mind losing.
After all, none of the above is worth looking for if it is coming from a heartless being. So dear fellow, If you really love/admire/worship/hate/despise someone, let it be heartfelt. Just heartfelt. The only thing you can do to cross the skies and reach that someone.