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.
Girl: I like someone. Boy: Who? Girl: Wait wait. I love someone. Boy: Can U tell me? Girl: Yeah, but you won't laugh ......Boy: Okay. I wont, just tell me.
Girl: It starts with Y & ends in U
Boy: I wont laugh cuz I like that person too.. !! ? ? ?
Bheed mein reh k bhi khud ko to main tanha paoon
Kon hai mera siwa tere main kahan jaoon ?
apne hathon se nasheman ko jla loon kaise
main tujhe is dil se is dil se nikaloon kaise?
ashk palkon mein chupa loon kaise?
If i die 2nite i go with no regrets,
if its in ur arms den i know i was blessed,
but if ur eyes r d last thing i see,
den i know d beauty of heaven holds 4 me
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony.
Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
