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.
isnt it sad dat whn u hav so much pain n ur heart & u want to talk, d only person who can stop u from crying is exactly the same person who made you cry?
i caugHt mySLf tNKiN oF d moments Spent w/u. iM a litle LonLy bt bein far frM u gVs me a beautfuL chnce 2 reaLze hw mch u miN 2 me & hw mch i miSs uR compny.
it's difficult to find someone like you, it's like opening a hundred shells under the sea to find one pearl, but finding you makes the dive worthwhile.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
