Love Quote #7008606
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Late at night i stay up and look up at the stars and think of

Late at night i stay up and look up at the stars and think of all the reasons i love you untill i run out of stars.

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Simplyy_Dezaree*

posted August 12, 2014 at 2:25pm UTC tagged with love, inspirational, relationship, stars, night, quote

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In life you must take time to stop and smell the flowers to relax and imagine things you havent so that when you are in a bad situation you can remeber smelling the flowers.
I want someone who will go and pick flowers out of the garden for me each day just to see me smile, someone who will do everything in his power to keep me happy and love me even on my worst days.

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