Friendship.

marți, 11 octombrie 2011


 Ten years from now, remember my words, you're gonna hear my name and you're gonna ask: "Who?" But, deep inside your soul, you're gonna remember a warm feeling, an eternal smile, and you're gonna think: "Good old times." But in future, I will still know you, and love you, and, even thought you broke me, I won't break you. Because that's what friends do. But, even so, I'm gonna smile and say: "Oh, I know that person. She's great. But you know something? I'm over it."

Someone else will never be to you what you were to me. But really, sweety, who cares?

0 comentarii:

Trimiteți un comentariu

presarat de Carmine pe buze sulfuroase