اهلا مايا
can i say hello here??

hey honey how are you

hello therei wish if u add me realy
are u know why?

i am singer from egypt my name is essaf gabal


becuse u are have alot of things very nice
like u pix @u frindes@u dreams and all u badge i see now
i wihs if u add me my mails are
essaf_lovers2000@yahoo.com
essaf_lovers2000@hotmail.com
see u soon in my mail
have anice day and bye fore now only
see u in our mail
attention::::::
not late plz

هاى ازيك انا على فكرة من اول ما شوفت البوفيل بتاعك و انا اعجبت بيكى جدا و الصورة اللى انتى حاطاها جميلة جدا وتدل على ان صاحبها انسانة متميزة وجميلة بجد واتمنى اننا نكون اصدقاء دة لو مش عندك مانع شور وعلى فكرة انا اسمى باسم من مدينة نصر وكيل نيابة بشرم الشيخ ومستنى ردك على كل حال ويسعدنى اننا نبقى اصدقاء اكيد؟

ممكن تكون انت الوردة اللي راح أقطفها من بستان اللطافة و أزرعها في قلبي و لكن لن أسقيك بالماء بل سأسقيك بعطر المودة و ماء المحبة إذا كانتي تريدين أن نكون أصدقاء أرجو أن تردي عليا بسرعة من فضلك و أما إذا لم تريدي فأنا أتمنى لكي حياة سعيدة

مراحب .....
أنا غسان من العراق
وددت الترحيب بكم ... وأتمنى قبولي صديقاً لكم ... تمنياتي لكم ولمن تحبوهم السعادة
غسان
gabk.ldc@hotmail.com
gha_alwaeli@yahoo.com

Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet
only to lose in the end?

There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you'll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of a love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end
of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the way love goes.
That's the drama, the bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come
not as a single spy but in battalion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
you take always reminds you of him.
It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world
becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.

I don't know if it's worth calling an art,
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes
a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories end with
"...and they live happily ever after."

Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.

It's over.
He's gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday...
we can keep in touch
kassab606@yahoo.com

ممكن نكون اصدقاء؟

Ibraheem_abuali@hotmail.com