not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.
i may seldom tell u how special u are, I may not be able to reach u coz we\\'re both busy, but inspite of all, u know u are someone I really miss and care about.
If i would know that i’m gonna die tomorrow, i’ll spend 23 hours with u and if u wonder what about the last hour in that i’ll find someone who can take care of u love you always.
