Once a five year old asked her big brother, What is love?
He replied, Love is when you steal my chocolate from my school pack everyday, and I still keep it in the same place!
I don’t care how many lips you have kissed, how many shoulders you have embraced and how many times you have said, I love You! All I care is not be the first but to be your last!
If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then would you realise how special you are to me!