Another month. Another year. Another smile. Another tear. Another winter and another summer too. But there can never be another you.
There will never be another you and I have to admit that that scares the hell out of me, but I guess I have to believe now that there is someone better fitted for me out there somewhere…
When I’m in my bad mood, all I want to see is you. All I want to hear is you and all I want to hold is you.
Love is when you could see 100 cute faces and yet only notice 1