There’s always a smile on my face before I met you. But Of course, you turn it to be blush and then, tearful life.

I know you’d be surprised to hear that and you might be wonder how the person who broke you, still thinks of you. May be the first love met and ends with a tearful smile.

my heart is made of paper and thou thoughts is a flame

I should never give my heart to any stranger by the road.

Love that’d be withstand angry

You were more of a life lesson than a blessing