We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
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''''
In life, u''ll never know wt u''ve been missing until it arrives... & u''ll never know what u''ve got until its Missing...
Appreciate every little thing u have <-¡!