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.
See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
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