“When a girl expresses her love for a man, he comes to thinking that he owns her. And No girl would want to be owned. She would love to be loved. Not owned…”
Faces, faces, all around me!, They make me sad, they make me happy. The look in their facades has many shades.They hit me hard. They touch me soft.The look in their facades
After three and a half long months we were to meet each other. I had dressed myself in that brown T that he liked the most seeing me into.