Love isn't about finding a perfect person. Its about seeing a imperfect person perfectly. |
He makes the Butterflies in my stomach spread their wings. |
Love (n.) |
You used to be my rainbow |
I have painted a million kisses for |
Heres my heart. |
The only thing that could hurt was skinned knees...And the only things that could get broken were your toys... |
A best friend is a sister that destiny forgot to give you |
Kiss me in the light, |
What you want is not always what you have, |