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.
You may think that I forgot you. You may think that I don't care, and you may think that I'm not thinking of you. Well, you're wrong. You're still in my dreams.
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!
