Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
You may think that I forgot you. You may think that I don't care, and you may think that I'm not thinking of you. Well, you're wrong. You're still in my dreams.
i dnt have 2 speak`4u 2 knw`jst wat im filng.`ur special`& i wnt u 2 b sure`dt no matr wr i go,`whom i mit`& wat i do`iL nvr find```anoder u...``i miss you!
