All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
Sometimes the people we hurt the most are the closest to us, for it is in loving someone that we stand close enough to be hugged and near enough to feel pain.
knowing u`has always been`a mystery.``i cudnt evn undrstand`how we evr`bcame friends.``But watevr`d rison mayb`im thankful`coz somehow`u made me hapPy.
I asked God for a Flower,He gave me a garden I asked for a tree he gave me a forest I asked for a river he gave me an ocean I asked for an angel he gave me you
