I've never had any summer lovin'. And I've never had any school year lovin', either. I've never had a boyfriend. I've never hooked up with a guy. And this morning, on my Internet browser, an article popped up about women marrying themselves. Even my wireless connection knows I'm alone.
Flynn MeaneyTags: loneliness high-school ya love-life teen teenage-love
I don't have a love life. I have a like life.'
Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...
Tags: love-life love-story free-from-love
My second crush,
don't know, who you are,
by thinking of you,
my day pass.
The things, the things, the things changed,
forgot the first, second begins.
The second crush,
my second crush,
don't know who you are,
but, by thinking of you,
my day pass.
Who you are, i don't know,
but seeing you shed tears.
My feelings drop, water stops,
in my eyes.
The things, the things, the things changed.
I fall in love, are you goddess or what.
As i came near you,
my heart beat rise.
Want to stop my legs,
but they attracts.
Like your tears attract the sand,
when they are falling on land.
My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise,
you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes.
I see tears fallen on the ground,
my love rotating around you round and round.
Now, you are the first,
you are the last,
that i told you my sweet heart.
When i see you first time,
it was my last time,
to fall in love, my dear valentine.
The second crush,
my second crush,
don't know who you are,
but, by thinking of you,
my day pass.
The things, the things, the things changed.
Now, crush end,
time spend,
love start,
now, you are my life part.:-)
Tags: life love life-lessons life-and-living love-at-first-sight lovers lover love-life love-story love-hurts lovers-love-story
At some stage in your life you need to stop fighting for others and look at who fights for you. Only then you will truly know who to cherish and who to fight for.
Albert BesselaarTags: love-life
This Life is not what we have, it is what we believe in....
Saurabh DudejaRobin was disposed to feel desperately sorry for anyone with a less fortunate love life than her own – if desperate pity could describe the exquisite pleasure she actually felt at the thought of her own comparative paradise.
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