Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop & think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
i dnt have 2 speak`4u 2 knw`jst wat im filng.`ur special`& i wnt u 2 b sure`dt no matr wr i go,`whom i mit`& wat i do`iL nvr find```anoder u...``i miss you!
whnever d pages of my life end, u will b d mst memorabl chaptr of it n if i ever gt a chance 2 read it again i will open it frm d page wn u frst met me.
what's love?? Those who dont know call it 'RESPONSIBILITY!' Those who play call it ''GAME ''! Those who dont have it call it ''Dream'' Those who understand call it'' LIFE!''
