The first person you think of in the morning & the last person you think of at night is the cause of either your happiness or your pain.

or just the one you are thinking about at the moment

Or both.

What's the question?

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open

I am thinking Ghana or Nigeria

Takes a long hard drag from his cigarette..ohh.. Mon Cheri..love..mmm..love.. love is the color of her ruby red lips..mmm..
.. love is the fragrance of her perfume..
Love is the broken bottle Dom Peri On on the floor..
... love is ice melting in the ice bucket..
Love is her linlinger ... thrown on the floor..... takes another long hard drag of the cigarette..... love is leaving her spent on the bed... as you quietly leave her in the morning..love..oui... Mon Cheri.... love is many things to many people...oui..

Love is a many splendored thing.

Love Is Blue

The other night I went to bed thinking about my high school spanish teacher.
He said if we went to bed practicing spanish in our heads we would automatically wake up in the morning thinking about the spanish we were studying.
So now, sometimes when I go to bed and I think something in spanish, I think about that teacher.
Which is a shame.
Because he wasn't very attractive.
Looked kinda like Stanley from "The Office."
Nice boobs, but just not my type.
...Doesn't really cause me pain or happiness.