B4 i go to sleep, u knw wht i do? i think of u & whn its my lucky nyt, i dream of u. i dnt wana wake up bcoz whn i do, u know what? i just start missing you
2 KISS U IS SOMETHING UNBELIVABLE, 2 LUV U IS SOMETHING PROBABLE, 2 HUG U IS SOMETHING DREAMBLE, 2 LOOK AT U IS SOMETHING ENJOYABLE, BUT 2 MISS U IS SOMETHING UNBERABLE.
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.
What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it 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.
