Life is a great master. I just wonder how it works on people differently and the way it responds to the charmers of it. It gives us surprises and shocks, as if all of them were supposed to be happened. Why am I writing this? May be I just want to tell you something or share? What could be that? Well I don ’ t know, really! I just wanted to scribble here something, familiar to me, but I just slipped again. I just slipped once, and that was aesthetically glorious. I... no, I don't get it, I was just about to say something again. Was it about her? Well, I might not be the only one on the face of the earth that knows she's the greatest woman on earth. I might not be the only one who appreciates how amazing she is in every single thing that she does. And I watch her in her company of friends wondering how they go around her. I just don't know or that they never get that they have just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good ab