сердце Обои

Bridget was an 18-year old who flinched when she found out she got into the English class. "Yay!" She was excited. At Primrose High School, Bridget is one of the most successful students they have right now.

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Bridget was chosen to sit Далее to a girl named Carly, and she seems quite friendly. She looked at Carly's brunette straight hair, green eyes and розовый lips. Carly was wearing a розовый вверх with a dark gray vest and skirt; with navy blue jeans. "Carly?" Bridget questioned as she sat down on her chair. "Bridget, right?" Carly asked. "Weren't Ты from the same kindergarten as I was?"...

Its called "Should i call it love". here it goes:

When your eyes meet mine, my сердце flutters.

You make me laugh so hard I cry. ( like rain downthe gutters)

Your smile is what I think of when someone says "beautiful".

If Ты ever gave me Любовь I would always want more(I would never be full)

Should I call it love?

I feel myself when I'm around you.

Anything Ты say I believe. ( I know its true)

I know if Ты liked me, you'd like me for who I am.

My сердце beats fast: Bam Bam Bam.

Should I call it love?

Should I call it Любовь when my soul flys away everytime i hear Ты r name?

Should I call it Любовь when all...

One день on a anniversary there was a couple named
Jeff and Jessica.

They loved eahother and decided to make the день of just them too, "alone" .

Jeff loved her so munch. That he found the treasure.
Jessica's life was so different then before.
She had a little sister who loved to play with guns.

Her name was Shelly. The younger and special one.
But she is not special in the story. >:(

In there anniversary they kissied and hugged.

Shelly was in the living room. Whachting TV.
And she had loads of money Далее to her.

Jess, was giggling a lot. That Shelly got annoyed. She got her gun and shoot it up...

If I had the riches of this world, the diamond jewels they bring,
It would never compare to the value,
for me just to hear Ты sing.

If I could have the greatest artist paint a picture of lies,
It would never compare to the wonder,
of looking in your eyes.

If I could have the moon,
right at my finger tips,
it could never compare to the amazement,
of when Ты touch my lips.

If I could hold,
the softest and richest sand,
it would never compare to the gentleness
of holding your hand.

If I had the warmth of the sun,
right at my very face,
it would never compare to the warmth,
in your comforting embrace.

If the...