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.
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.
y hide ur feelings 2 d 1 u love? y lav d 1 hu lavs anader? y give evrything if only pain comes in return? y wait if ders nothing 2 wait 4? i guess d anser is... LOVE
Forgive my eyes for admiring you...you stole my heart...! From the moment you looked at me...call me crazy, call me insane...! Each time my heart beats...it calls out your name...!!
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.
