"Hopes gone wrong once again made all right." That sums the ebb and flow of this damnit-angel called love. Just when you think you found enough words for the absorbency of love, this!: "Shades of grey where the darkness meets light."
How you manage to mix these three is something I can't really admire enough. They compliment like staff and schnapp and bitterkola on an Igbo chief. Nice one 👏
I am so honored you think so, my talented new friend!
"They compliment like staff and schnapp bitterkola on an Igbo chief. "
So that's like snug as a bug in a rug, right?
:D