We Spend Our Days W8ng For The Ideal Path To Appear In Front Of Us.. . But.. . We Forget That, Paths Are Made By Walking.. . Not.. . By Waiting...! <-;
If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would lean my head on your shoulder n hold u close to me n answer with a smile:
''''Like this''''
Sweetest part in life is to carry all the MeMoRiEs..
But
The toughest part is to stay away for long time from the person who is behind those MeMoRiEs...!
