A friend it is sweet when it is new. But it is sweeter when it is true. But do you know what it is sweetest when it is you.
A good friend is like a computer ‘Enter’ your life. ‘Serves’ you in the heart. ‘Formats’ our problems. ‘Shifts’ you to opportunity. And never ‘Delete’ you from heart.
Accident does happen I slip, I trip, I stumble, I fall, and usually I don’t care at all. But now I don’t know what to do because I slipped and fell in love with you.
As long as have memories, yesterday remains. As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have friendship, each day is never a waste.
Every time I hear my message tone, I always hope that comes from you. My phone has a limited memory but my heart has unlimited space for you.
Friendship is like a tree … it is not measured on how tall it could be, but is in how deep the roots have grown.
How I wish you and I are the buttons of keyboard because the buttons ‘U’ and ‘I’ are always together side by side.
If I had letters ‘HRT’, I could add ‘EA’ to get a ‘HEART’ or ‘U’ to get ‘HURT’. But I rather choose ‘U’ and get ‘HURT’ than have a ‘HEART’ without ‘U’.
Let our love be like mathematics joy is added, sorrow is decrease, wealth is multiplied, and love divided.
Love is like a war, Easy to start, difficult to end, impossible to forget.
Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you to listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
One day you will ask me, “what’s more important to you and me or your life? “. I will say “my life” and you will go and leave without even knowing that you are my life.
To live this life I need a heartbeat. To have a heartbeat I need a heart, to have a heart I need happiness. To have happiness I need you.
To love is something. To be loved is something. To be loves by the one you love is everything.
What is difference between pleasure and torture? Pleasure is thinking of you and torture is thinking of you too much.
When I am walking in front of you I’m behind you. When I’m beside you, I’m there for you. When I’m behind you, I’m watching over you. When I’m alone, I’m thinking of you.
Why do birds fall from that sky? Because like me they want to near you.
Sabtu, 02 April 2011
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