and her hardest goodbye...
everyone wants h a p p i n e s s, no one wants p a i n.
But you can't make a r a i n b o w, without a little rain.
i love everything about you, except the fact that you're not mine.
what i hate the most it's ever wondering where are you now.
what the hell do you think of me now?
do you think of me now?
Boy: I have two words to tell you.
Girl: What's that?
Boy: I love you.
Girl: Isn't that three?
Boy: No. Because 'You' and 'I' count as one.
sábado, 19 de dezembro de 2009
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