I hate fighting with the one person who makes me smile the most.

I hate fighting with the one person who makes me smile the most.

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Hattered does not cease with hatered. Haterd ceases by love.

“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.”

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Sometimes words are not enough.

Love is a bird, let it fly.

Make a relation with someone, who is not only proud to have you but will take every risk to be with you..:)