There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
Friends r lyk mornings, u may share with dem Only a few hours of d day. But u knw dat they will always b there tomorrow, the next day and the day after, forever!
I asked a tear while it rolled down my cheek. Why do u appear when I am in a crowd, can’t come when I am alone? It said, “I find u all alone in the crowd.”
