Like mother, like daughter.

Maybe it had something to do with the perfectly positive correlated relationship of the characteristics between mother-daughter,
maybe it doesn't?

Like history, like present and future.

Maybe it had something to do with the fantastically colourful history,
maybe it doesn't?

Like favours, like favourite flavours.

Maybe it had something to do with an ulterior motive,
maybe it doesn't?

Like indifferent, like prententious.

Maybe it had something to do with the marvellous capabilties of the individual,
maybe it doesn't?

Like sensitivity, like PMS-ing

Maybe it had something to do with the enormous mood swings,
maybe it doesn't?

Like close proximity, like discomfort.

Maybe it had something to do with the distance and extreme discomfort,
maybe it doesn't?
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There are a million and one possibilities with a few percentage of certainties and also,
a million and one certainties with one possibility at a time.
What you see, what you hear and what you feel can be reasoned out by rationality and logic.
But what you can't see, what you can't hear and what you can't feel, will eventually show, good or bad.
All one can do, is grasp on something so sure&so strong&so real and go through with the ebb and flow of life, TOGETHER.

LOVE.