The magic of first love |
The kisses you blew |
With every passing day she loved him more and more... |
Youre immature |
When you close one door |
Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart... |
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired. |
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. |
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for |
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties. |