Count d fish in d ocean, those r d days`ill care 4 u.`Count the stars`n d sky,`thats how often`ill think of u.`Count on forever,`that's d time ill b there 4 ü
There would come a time when we have to stop loving someone not because that person has started hating us but because we found out that they'd be happier if we let them go.
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!
i caugHt mySLf tNKiN oF d moments Spent w/u. iM a litle LonLy bt bein far frM u gVs me a beautfuL chnce 2 reaLze hw mch u miN 2 me & hw mch i miSs uR compny.
What iS gr8 love ? Its wen u hide tears n still care 4 her . Its wen she ignores u n u still LOVE her . Its wen she begins love another n u still SMILE
Do you often wonder if sum1 is thinking of u? do u often wonder if sum1 out there misses u? do u often wonder if sum1 loves u? well, stop wondering coz i do!
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.
