It's crazy how you can go months or years without talking to someone, but they still cross your mind everyday

It's crazy how you can go months or years without talking to someone, but they still cross your mind everyday

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First love is like a seed planted in the heart, waiting to bloom into something extraordinary.

Love is the only thing that control every single emotion you have.

A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.

Sometimes, when you madly love someone, you don't need words to describe it

I can see the future, Let me give you a Clue , it's " ME + U "

First love is like a seed planted in the heart, waiting to bloom into something extraordinary.

Love is the only thing that control every single emotion you have.

A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.

Sometimes, when you madly love someone, you don't need words to describe it

I can see the future, Let me give you a Clue , it's " ME + U "