Love, dear friend, is not what u feel, its wat the other person makes u feel when u are with them. Love is not wen ur mind calls u for dem, its when ur eyes search for them even wen u noe they aren't around....not the precious gifts, but a rose in hand, standing for u....that smile of urs, kills dem every time....leaves them mesmerized....its not about the calls and the long hours of chatting, its about those precious moments when u keep glancing at ur cell fr a msg or msd call frm them...its not about makin' praises n flattery, but the cheerful air u instill in them, wen they keep ogling frm behind their notebooks....its not about being around all the time, its not wat other people talk abo
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