t rue love is not
about the
hugs and kisses,
the " I Love You's"
or
the "I Miss You's",
but
about the chills that
hit every part of your
spine
when you think about
HIM. .
.
I
have a question,Bruno Mars. Its 'bout that song of
your's,Grenade. You say,"Should have known you was
trouble from the first kiss,had your eyes wide open,why were
they open?" Well. How would you know if hers were open
unless yours were?