If dreams weren’t dream, and dreams come true, I wouldn’t be here, id be with you, distance is one thing that keeps us apart but you will always remain in my heart. . . .

My dream is to hear rocks hitting my window and see you standing in the rain . . .

He handed her a bouquet of roses; eleven real and one fake, he said to her 'I will love you till the last rose dies' . . . .

Love is when you miss him even before he leaves, when you could listen to him talk all night and never get tired of hearing his voice, when the sound of his name send chills up your spine and you see his smile the second you close your eyes . .

I cant tell if your laughing, between each smile there is a tear in your eye, there is a train leaving town in a hour, it is not waiting for you . . . and neither am i . . .