Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
My love for you is like water, falling countless… the beating of my heart, for you is so heavy and soundless, the feeling of being in your arm is so precious and endless.
Love : Its not the "presence" of something which brings "meaning" to life, but its the way that "someone" touches ur heart which gives life a beautiful meaning..
