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.
I''m so tired but I can''t sleep. . .
Standing on the edge of something much deep. . .
Its funny how we feel so much but cant say a word. . .
We are screaming inside but can’t be heard. . .
teri kami b hai tera ehsas b hyai,,,tu dour b hai mjhsey per pass b hai,,,KHUDA ney yun nawaza tery pyar sey mujh ko k mujhey khud per gharoor b hai tujh per naaz b hai!!!
The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt.
The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again.
The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone FOREVER.
Can I say I love you today? If not, can I ask you again tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow? And the day after that? Coz I''ll be loving you every single day of my life.
