The hardest part of missing friends is not their absence,it’s when you think of all those good times and ask yourself, will those moments ever happen again
It starts wid a hi/hello. It increases as 'wats up dese days'. It grows 2 'oye btana nae hota.' It tends 2 mould as 'stupid tu apna dimaag mat chala, jaisa i m saying waisa kar' And den it ends NEVER. Dats frendshp.
Shores never meet, but share the same ocean. the moon & stars could not be one, yet are in the same sky.we may not meet often, but yet you are my good friend.
