Oh, to see that spark flicker back to life —, to lose oneself in the timeless gaze , and at the stories weaven without a single word. Oh, how the heart aches when presence alone holds you captive. Those eyes, those silent tales, remind me why he has stood tall through the changing tides of cinema for decades — aging, like the rarest of wines, with grace and soul
The worst form of betrayal comes from those near,it unhinges us from very support system we grew used to be, throw us in loop of confusion and doubt.In times like this know that it's often not your fault
"How much more pain can you take " brain asked the heart. "As much as I have to. The sky may fall , life continues"