not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.
my heart`has a`BiG space`4 special people`like u..`if i miss`2 communicate`dont think`ive 4gotten,`coz once`iv placed u`n my heart..`there u'll b stayin 4ever.
The begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
Love the phoenix cannot be trapped nor in heaven or earth can it be named;no one has yet discovered its address:its desert holds not a single footprint
If you are in a closed dark room,where blood is coming from everywhere and walls are shaking,Don"t get afraid you are in safe place,You are in my Heart.... "
