Saturday, 15 January 2011
Poetry ♥
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear. True love never dies, even if you have found a new love, the sweet memory of the past will continue to hunt you for the rest of your life.
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