read life as the sea, heart as the seashore & friends like the waves. It never matters how many waves r there? What matters is which one touches the seashore.
I admit i will never be the perfect friend. i will never be there always. i may not make u smile at times but there is one thing i admit i could do. to be the person i could be for u. .
Friends are like the walls of a house. Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes you lean on them. But sometimes, it's enough to know they're just standing by.
