Love is always patience and courage…
it is never jelious…
it is never rude or selfish…
and it is not resumbled…
Love is like the wind… one can’t see but sure feel…
and it feel good… but one can’t catch it…
but one can wish and pray that this wind stay arround him…
and that hope that this wind won’t fly away from him…
all he can do is pray… even if this wind doesn’t belongs to him… 
some one else own’s it…
my stupid thought…i know it is funny u can move or delete it if u want… 