Teddy: happy birthday my baby cinta

cinta is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

Absence from whom we cinta is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again.

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!

I know that miles and distance don’t matter in friendship. But who’s going to explain that to my heart? I miss you.

Friendship is life’s biggest addiction. Unfortunately, anda don’t realize this until anda start missing your old friends.