Love is what dreams are made of

Death....it is always there...no matter who we are or were we come from...it takes away those we love the most..

Love may fail, but not all love will suffer...it is the amazing love that we find in ourself...that matters the most....

We find love in strange places.....and once we find them we never want to let go....so we keep it close to our heart.

We try to control the world....we try to have it our own way...but we soon realize...there is now our way...things just happen and theres nothing we can do about them...they hurt and we cry but we cant change them....

You wait and try to think but nothing ever happens because you want it to so wait for love cuz it will come to you...

Holding back can hurt....but is letting it out really ganna help???

Love isn't for the faint of heart...

Can fake love be seen through even the plainest of eyes...

Which is better true love or death?