wn u wnt sm1 2 b urs, it only givs u pain. dts y we must b creful in longing 4 sm1, coz d pain is unbearble 2tke esp wn ur longin 2 much 4 nothing at all
When life is a mess, when my heart has been crushed, when I’m wearing a frown, when I breakdown and cry, when I’m blue, can I comfort myself by saying, I have you?
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.
