When you’ll get older you’ll realize…
That a broken knee is better than a broken heart.
That being alone is better than being surrounded by people who’re not a keeper of your peace.
When you’ll get older you’ll realize…
That a broken knee is better than a broken heart.
That being alone is better than being surrounded by people who’re not a keeper of your peace.
You can still choose to smile,
even if you’re in pain.
I feel so sad seeing women throwing their lives away, throwing every good reason out of the window, making wrong decisions, one after the other, all because of love or wait — Is it really love? or a blinded concept of love?