Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why they call it the present'

            They promise u the skies and stars. Give u hopes n dreams. Somehow,

Words aren’t a guarantee of a wish to be granted or a promise to be kept.

I found this piece of writings while blog hopping. Very well written.
Sometimes things left unsaid.

Dear You,
I love you. But sometimes you get on my nerves, especially nowadays. I never thought I’d ever get tired of understanding why you are the way you are. I guess we all have our bad days. What you said is true - intimacy breeds hatred. Well, I don’t exactly hate you because I could never in a million years hate you.

Honestly, I don’t know what to do with you at the moment. I want to scream but I respect you too much to even give a hint about what I’m feeling.

My love for you will always be. And I hope you know that. I do know that you love me, but if you really do, you have to help yourself and be happy because seeing you happy makes me happy.

Listening to: Duffy - Please Stay