It's amazing how you could be with someone for years and yet not love them in the same intensity as; you do love someone else, the very moment you meet them.
Its not always about the happy ending. Sometime its about the story.
HE LOOKS AT ME AND TELLS ME IM AGGRESSIVE, HE'S OBSERVING ME. "-CRUSH
She was a universe holding a billion galaxies in her heart.
All the bruised lives, searching hearts...Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.
Love is a precious gift which cost nothing.
just like the rain that patters on the ironsheets when your are having your best dream on the most important day of the of your life .thats the kind of happiness awaiting for us: would you marry me my...
Her eyes stung from crying for so long and having some tears dry on them. Her body was weak from the exercise but she did not feel better. While she was crying she had wanted someone, anyone to come a...
I was perfectly happy in my boring life before you came along.
Everybody says "" I Love You "" Is the bestsentence in whole world.. . .But....I believe that ....""I Love you too"" is the Best. . .Because Many Gets To hear the first one Butonly few gets to hear th...
If walls could talk - scratch that, if walls could make sarcastic comments... well, things would be interesting.
...I just don't see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin
It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.
To become the love of a poet is to become both a muse and an immortal all at the same time.
It's a season of life, if your granted peace, freedom and you got the right person to love.
I have to be honest he was more than a friend to me, I don't know why, but I found myself having feelings for him.~once again...life goes on~
Maybe you yhink you're not perfect,not pretty enough,or smart enough,but for some guy,you're pefect just the way you are.that's your perfect man.
when the night turns into morningI want during the day, tell my story when evening twilight passed
To think that one morning we will open our eyes and see Jesus for who He really is living a good morning for all of eternity
Yes, I was a badass all right. And I no longer felt like I needed someone, but instead WANTED someone to share this newfound badassery with. I deserved the best. Anything else wouldn't do.