Once in a while, "great love" comes to your life. It probably won't last but it's good to know that at least once in your life, you had that kind of love.
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.
She's da one who broke my heart... She's da reason why my world fell apart.... She's da one who makes me cry..... Yet I still luv her....n I don't no why
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?
Luv is only a gift gven 2 us, we shd not hold it in r hands 4 we may nvr find d strength 2 let go wen it dcded 2 leave, we shd only mbrace 8s warmth & glow wyl it last & den frily open r arms when its tme 2 say gudbye........
Do u knw d relation b/w2 eyes? Dey blink 2gthr,dey move 2gthr, dey cry 2gthr, dey c things 2gthr n dey sleep 2gthr. BT STIL dEY NVR c EACH OTHER dats True Love
