i may not get to c u`as often as i lyk`i may not get to hold u`in my arms`all thru the nyt`But deep in my heart`i truly knw`ur d 1 dat i luv`and i cnt let u go
a boy ws aBout 2 leave, bt b4 he did, he gave his Girl a dozen roses. 11 r real & 1 s artificial & he told d Girl,"dnt cry, i wil love u until d last 1 dies.."
The begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
TherS aLways a reaSon`why we hav 2 muv on`2 say gUdbye`2 d fiLingS`we wantd2 stay 4eveR.`4 LuV has 2 set`its own winGs fRee`2 finD d ryt place`where it shud be
