R life is a book.
Each day a nu sentence,
each month a nu page,
each year a nu chapter.

The pages seem 2 keep adding,
but I keep going back,
returning to the pages with you.

I just hope this book won’t end,
finishing without u.

U are the solution to my problems.
Or maybe ur just 1 of my main characters.

Every book has its own problems.
My problem is trying not to lose u
‘cause every book has to lose a character.

I already lost one
and my other isn’t going to be u.
Ur my end and my beginning.