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.
Life is just like a cloud.We are moving without end.Nothing stays with us. What remains with us are memories of good times spent with our beloved ones.
When i saw u, i was afraid 2 meet u, when i met u, i was afraid 2 know u, when i know u, i was afraid 2 like u, and now that i like u, i m afraid 2 loose u.
The hardest part of missing friends is not their absence,it’s when you think of all those good times and ask yourself, will those moments ever happen again
There's story behind every friendship. Each friend we make is start of each story, our story had a w@nderful begining.. Hope this story,never has an ending
