There would come a time when we have to stop loving someone not because that person has started hating us but because we found out that they'd be happier if we let them go.
not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.
See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
We're not even close`yet i miss u.`we hardly talk`but i hear u.`i dnt knw`a thing about u`yet i care for u.`im missing sumthin`in my life &```its you..
