There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
it takes HALF our LIVES toFIND trueFRD, and HALF of it KEEPING them. ive already SPENT half my LIFE FindinG you, I wish to SPEND other HALF KeepinG YOU
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
