I can chose who to care,
Who to protect,
Who to share life with,
But I can never chose wid whom to fall in love with
Cuz love is not a choice it is destiny…
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
itz d perfect tym for both of ud 2 b 2gether wid each other for hourz n hourz.. quitly celebrating d tym we have spent in d shelter of luv care n affection n hand in hand strengthning our bond forver n ever.. ..
Seh liya har dard humne haste haste''
ujd gaya ghar mera yaaro baste baste''
ab wafa kare to kis se kare yaaro''
wafa karne gaye to bewafa hi mile raste raste..
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.
Sometime we must build walls around our heart, not just to be safe from being hurt, but to find out who cares enough to break them down and enter your heart.
Aaj bhi unhe pyaar karte hain hum,
har pal unka deedar karte hain hum,
woh na mile uska gum nahi...
par jiyen kaese kyunki aaj bhi utna hi yaad karte hain hum!
