your life is all about what you make of it; not about what others think of it
One December morning, while Dylan was on his daily jog at the park, he witnessed a beautiful sight; probably the most beautiful he had ever witnessed. It was that of the most beautiful woman he had laid his eyes upon.
She stood on the bridge which ran over the stream, seemingly breathing in the nature. Dylan slowed his pace as he approached her, he knew he lost his heart.
Her cherry tinted cheeks, the depth of blue in her eyes, her innocent smile, and her chocolate brown hair falling over the nape of her neck from her high pony, were the most magnificent features he had ever seen in a woman. They sent a chilled shiver down his spine.
He loafed around, trying to grab her attention, and that’s when she finally caught her admirer’s eyes and said, “Honey, we have been married for 17 years now, you ought to stop doing that!”