ironic how you can find comfort in dollar bills and
riviera views. but all of the money in the world would not
compare to even a sliver of what i feel for you
I call you honey
Because you’re so sweet
I call you angel
Because you’re so beautiful
I call you baby
Because you’re so huggable I call
you cutie
Because you’re the only oneI
notice
I call you my love
Because you fill my heart
I call you sunshine Because you
light up mylife
I’d love to hear you call me
Only Mine karen
Theybothmet online. Aftertime
theyhad grewto
becomethe best
friend.
TheGirllivedin
DHAKA& The Boy lived
in BOGRA.
They always turned to each
otherforhelp.....
Andthey would makeeach
otherfeelso much
better......
BOTH OF THEMHAD TROUBLED
LIVES....
Butthey always
hadeach other
ONE NIGHT
They was talking online
Girl :I thinkIshould tell yousumthing.
Boy :YES.......?
Girl :I LOVE YOU.
Boy :I LOVEYOU
TOO.....! Girl:NO.......NOT.......NOT
THEWAY I
LOVE YOU
Boy
:..........
Theboy went
offlineand the
girlcriedand
thoughtshe hadspoiled
everthing......
BUTLater that nightthe boy rang
hermobile & she answered....
Girl :HELLO..? Boy
:HEY ....ITS
ME...
Girl:HEY
listen I'mREALLY
sorry Boy
:NO !Don't besorry
.ILOVE U
TOO....
Girl:really?
we went be ableto
see each other
. My parents
wouldnever let me
go atthis
time.. I haveallmy exams.....
Boy :Iknow
....metoo....and my
parents journey to
DHAKA.....NEVER...
---THEBOTH SIGH--
Girl:we..........wecould wait ...afewyears & we
couldbetogether.
Boy :Icanwait....
I'vegot togonow .I LOVE
U.
Girl :I LOVEU
TOO...
---THEY BOTH HANG
UP---
Forthenext few yearsthey had
stayedtogether...
And therelove grew...
One dayspeaking
online
Girl:I've finished all
my exam..ANDI have
enough money.
Boy :OhMy God.....Are
youbeing serious.....!? Girl
:YES !..When
are we meeting...
Theyboth planned thejourney & a
fewdays later
........
The boy wentto
thebus
stop....
The girls bus
wasDUE START
TOJOURNEY
ANDBREAKING NEWS
CAME ONTHE BUS
STOPTV
"The bus from
DHAKATO BOGRA HAS ACCIDENT & TOTAL
PEOPLE DEAD"
*The Boybroke into
tears*
The boy wenthome& got a knife....
That night
the boy was
founddead in
his bedroom......
Whenhis parents
found him .They alsofounda picture ofgirl inhis
hand. AND A SMALLNOTE:
"OUR LOVE WASTOOLATE "
The girlsparents
whereclearing out
herroom .....
They found herdiary :
In side It
the found a pictureoftheboy and noteunderneath
it...
It's crazy how life seems to work itself out in the
end. Sometimes I think you're completely fine, and other
times you break without consequence. How can you list off
achievements like facts, believe in them so whole-heartedly and
yet still manage to berate your own life down to a grain of
sand?