I have liked many but loved very few.yet no-one has been as sweet
as u.I"d stand and wait in the worlds longest queue.just for the
pleasure of a moment with u
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.
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.
