Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont care at all.
but now i dont know what to do
cos i slipped and fell in love with u
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
