When I’d remember this night in weeks, months, or even years, it wouldn’t be the sex. Sex would fade and so would the need to be filled with him, but right now I felt him inscribe his soul around my chest, and the reminder would be there with every beat for as long as I lived.
Fact: Cells are constantly dying and new ones are taking their place
Fact: After seven years have gone by, every cell in my body has died and a new one has taken its place.
Do the math. That means that every seven years, I'm a totally new me. not one of the old cells remains. Twice, I've had a total makeover
Life is something that no one can teach you,You have to learn it.