All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
isnt it sad dat whn u hav so much pain n ur heart & u want to talk, d only person who can stop u from crying is exactly the same person who made you cry?
Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop & think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it
