I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.
I mean, I know the "somethings" mean something, but more often than not it's the "nothings" that I remember and smile on. Why is it that we make a big deal about things which rarely turn out to be our best moments? Maybe that's why we call them sweet nothings and not sweet somethings. Those little moments were seemingly nothing extraordinary occurs but you can't help but smile. Or cry. Or laugh out loud. Those? Those are the best times.
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