True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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.
Love is not how u 4get but how u 4give.............. It''s not how u listen but how u understand............... It''s not what u see but what u feel.................. & Its not how u let go but how u hold on.
kabhi Lafz bhool jaon
Kabhi baat bhool jaon
Tujhe is qadar chahon
Apni zaat bhool jaon
uth ker jo kabhi tere
paas se chal doon to
jaate huwe khud ko
tere paas bhool jaon
People says,"Two and two makes four"
But I say,"one and one is equal to one"
How and when?when you love your and others two eyes counts to four(to see the world), and ur one heart and others one heart became one(to feel the pain).
