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.
We're not even close`yet i miss u.`we hardly talk`but i hear u.`i dnt knw`a thing about u`yet i care for u.`im missing sumthin`in my life &```its you..
i never regret d chance i gave myself 2 kwn you. Coz now u're a part of me dat i'l chersh til d end. im happy having knwn you, hope you fell d same way 2,
