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Sometimes I wish I were just a gentle breeze blowing across the earth, watching the world pass by, touching the cheeks, the arms of people rushing around for life. They can feel my presence but could never see my presence. What they will remember of me is how I make them feel; what they will want me for is the way I make them feel, not the way I look.
And I will never expect them to be anything more than but a chance meeting, cos they are all just passers-by in my existence. And knowing how transient our encounters will forever be, I will never be disappointed and hurt.