First love is a beautiful dream that we never want to wake up from.
We are shaped and fashioned by those we love.
Relationship starts with can we talk and ends with we need to talk.
I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your personality, your humor but the only thing I hate is that " I will never be yours... "
“Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.”
My mom told me angels are in heaven, so why is she on Earth?
First love is a beautiful dream that we never want to wake up from.
We are shaped and fashioned by those we love.
Relationship starts with can we talk and ends with we need to talk.
I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your personality, your humor but the only thing I hate is that " I will never be yours... "
“Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.”
My mom told me angels are in heaven, so why is she on Earth?