We miss someone only when our hearts feel low,
we miss someone when we have something to show,
we miss someone when we need someones hand to be lend,
we miss someone when we need a friend...

Everyone has to go oneday its true but what matters is how much nice and good you have been when you were near and not away...

Never love a friend so much that it becomes your life, for mainly these people are the tyrrants who never cry when you die...