Day: June 19, 2019

Whoever comes first, I would marry you, Either of you since this is where I end. I call it a chance. I call it fate….

Some of us live sometime, Some of us live always, Some of us live never, Some of us live less. What can I do for…

Love is like salt, It creates a taste. Love is like sugar, Do not haste. Love for him was warm and whims. Someone’s love for…