It was like digging a tunnel. At first, everything was work, sweat and darkness. I had no idea when i would reach the light, or even if i would. But i persisted. I pounded and clawed and scraped, and finally i was rewarded. I saw a chink of light. And then the chink got better and the sun came pouring in and all was bright.
Love is a Fallacy by: Max Schulman












