if i die 2nyt`it would b alright`4 i finaly found d 1`ive bin waitin 4`my whole life`if i die 2nyt`it would be ok`for bein wid u`is bein in heaven anyway.
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.
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine. ill help u out netime. 2 see u hurt 2 see u cry. makes me weep & wanna die. ill b right here til d end. cos ur my love & my bestfriend
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.
i knw nothin lsts 4ever..& mybe we wnt 2 alwys sty 2gdr,But evry smile & tear we share, cnvincs me dat memries of u & me wil lst 4 d rest of my life..Byond 4evr.
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
