The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.
“Love is many things, none of them logical.”
A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
True love has a habit of coming back.
Maybe we don’t have a Perfect Relationship. We fought, argue, cry, commit mistakes. But we have Similarities, we’re both Love each other.
The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.
“Love is many things, none of them logical.”
A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
True love has a habit of coming back.
Maybe we don’t have a Perfect Relationship. We fought, argue, cry, commit mistakes. But we have Similarities, we’re both Love each other.