A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And

Life Doesn't Stop After Losing Someone, But It Goes On Without Them Differently.

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern, The Poem More Important Than The Notebook

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.

There Are Some People That We Didn't Forget, But We Don't Smile Any More When They're Mentioned.

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love