The heart of a woman is easily won, but is as changing as the wind. While fiery and passionate, it is easily bored, and roams from place to place never content. The heart of a man is harder to take, but once it is in place it seldom moves. It is steadfast, unless moved by its captor, and if it is the heart of a true man, given in true love, it lingers on still....and always.

Somewhere in your life, I promise you, you will meet that one person that desperatly needs human contact.  The person will be down and upset, and you will be their last hope and you will pass them by. 

fate is for those who are afraid of their own decisions...