I may have forgotten to say that I care. I may have failed to open up and share, but though no words have been spoken, my promise of friendship won't be broken.
Every garden must have a red rose, every sweet face must have a red cheeks and a good nose, every grass must have a dew, and evey person must have a friend like you.
Friends change, I know they do.. but this friend will always belong to you..Friends hurt I know they do.. But this friend gets hurt more without “YOU”!
