She wrote love on his arm because she loved Tommy. She loves Tommy.
I love him too, though I know not who he is.
This world was made for love.
When I sit alone and think of all the pain that people feel, I know this world was made for love.
He walked up to me after the sun began to dry a Spring downpour.
Would you write love on me?
That's my job, I think.
I am here to love. I am here to talk. I am here to care. Being alone shouldn't have to suck.
i wrote love on my arm on twloha day. coincidentally, a boy told me he loved me. i didn't expect it, but it was fitting.
ReplyDelete=) I'm smiling for both of those. I guess that means I'm assuming that you liked it when he said I love you
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