There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
Flowers of friendship bloom every season, clouds of friendship shower every season, whether i do/dont sms u everyday, But its true i remember u evryday.
Wat makes frnds specialis d way each 1 remembrs d otherwen dey r apart, dey mis d talks,d laughs & d times dey were 2gethr."LIFE changes;memories n frnz DONT"
