B4 i go to sleep, u knw wht i do? i think of u & whn its my lucky nyt, i dream of u. i dnt wana wake up bcoz whn i do, u know what? i just start missing you
The begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
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!
Let love be the guide to your dreams, let love be the light to your heart, let your love be the reason why somebody else's heart still continues to beat.
