Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
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.
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.
I m a paper, you can write ur feeling, Scribble ur anger, Use me 2 absorb ur tears, Dont throw me after use, But When u feel cold I wil burn myself to warm you
knowing u`has always been`a mystery.``i cudnt evn undrstand`how we evr`bcame friends.``But watevr`d rison mayb`im thankful`coz somehow`u made me hapPy.
Though many people will go in and out of your heart only one will want to stay there. If you bulid a heart full of holes, think how much easier it is to hang on.
a hug can say il mis u.`it can say ur special,`or bst of all,`i luv u.`it can soothe a hurt,`or calm a fear,`or cheer us`wen were blue.`So heres a hug for u.
