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
if we r stars ` a d r i f t i n n o t h i n g n e s s ` n e v e r t h i n k ` d a t u r s p a r k ` i s w o r t h l e s s ` a m i d s t d b i l l i o n o t h r s . ` ` B c o z s u m w e r , ` s u m h o w , ` s u m 1 i s t h a n k f u l ` 4 u r l i g h t . ` ` i a m .
i dont have 2 speak loud`juz 2 say wat i want 2 tel u,`a soft whisper of ``"i miss U"``is enough``coz its not my mouth`dat really speaks...```it's my HeaRT!
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.