Life is just like a cloud.We are moving without end.Nothing stays with us. What remains with us are memories of good times spent with our beloved ones.
A flowers without freshness A butterfly without Colors Sky without stars at night All r so incomplete N unreal Just as my gud times N our Friendship Is Incomplete Without u
I always thought loving some1 was the greatest feeling, but I realised tat loving a friend is even better, we lose ppl we love but we never lose true friends.