Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more. Love is her asking you about your day. Love is sharing what your truly passionate about in life. Love is when you agree to disagree. Love is when she gives you her hand and when you offer your hand. Love is when she cheers you up after a bad day or you cheer her up after a bad day . Love is when your sad and she comforts you. Love is understanding. Love is respect. Love is spiritual. Love is taken for granted and isn’t expressed as much as it should be. Love is compromise. Love is careful and kind.
Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a