some thing can not be described......
some moments can not be shared......
some feelings can not be explained....
some words can not be described.....
but.....nothing can be hidden from a true
I can’t find a reason why God gave U to me,
but that is not the question to b asked;
May b the question is how did God knew that
I needed a friend like U.
A friend is like an angle, who lifts us off our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly
The world is like a mirror if u face it smiling, it smiles right back.
