If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Measured by miles u r far away; Measured by thought u r closest today; Measured by eyes I didn''t find u with me, but when measured by heart u r found inside.
