Life is just like a cloud.We are moving without end.Nothing stays with us. What remains with us are memories of good times spent with our beloved ones.
The hardest part of missing friends is not their absence,it’s when you think of all those good times and ask yourself, will those moments ever happen again
cant find a reason why God gave you to me But thats not the question to be asked May be the question is how did God know that I needed a person like you
