Wednesday, August 14, 2013

A night

The meaning of life is to be happy.(:
I can't tell there is no perfect love, maybe somewhere out there, there is a perfect couple.

Love isn't perfect to me and so do what I always called myself  as "the imperfection"

Love isn't a fairytale or a storybook,

and it doesn't always come easy.

It is a short word,

easy to spell,

difficult to define.

Well, every hour, minute,and second was worth it because,

we did it together.(: