Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."
Raaz-e-dil na sunana kisi ko FARAZ Dunya mai sub Hamraaz badal jate hain Kisi k Bicharnay se Koi mar to nahi jata Haan magar Jeeney k Andaaz badal jate hain
