Here's my take on the mother of all cliches -
Love is like flying a kite. Sometimes you get cut.
Love is like flying a kite. If you catch the right wind, you can soar to heights you never thought you could.
Love is like flying a kite. It's no fun if there's no distance between the kite and the flier.
Love is like flying a kite. If you pull the string too taut, it breaks.
Love is like flying a kite. It doesn't cost much.
Love is like flying a kite. Even if you don't have your own kite, it is still a happy sight.
Love is like flying a kite. You need practice to get it right.
Love is like flying a kite. It can leave you totally breathless.
Very well put. :)
ReplyDeleteOnly, i was wondering why you haven't mentioned how one kite's string keeps trying to cut another's! :P
Anyway, new on your blog. Hope you can find some time to visit my blog. Maybe we could follow each other? :)
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Let me begin with a sorry for a late late reply. I did visit your blog and am following it.
DeleteAnd about the post, well, I did think about kites trying to cut one another, couldn't think of a way to put it down... :) I'm not as good as I pretend to be :P