Love can never be a bed of roses, there must be ups and down in it. But what matters is that, after everything, it still conquers. Thanks for stopping by.
Love can never be a bed of roses, there must be ups and down in it. But what matters is that, after everything, it still conquers. Thanks for stopping by.
Right said, but the keyword is sacrifice and any love the destroy and displace is not true love, it is counterfeit.