THE SPACE BETWEEN

THE SPACE BETWEEN
THE SPACE BETWEEN MY MOMENTS IS THE TIME WHICH STAYS FOREVER..
"TIME AND SPACE ARE TWO CONSTANTS GETTING ME CLOSER TO U ..WEN DEY WILL MEET I WILL MEET U ...."
  

Jun, 12 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     2023 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

"I trust u" is a better compliment than "i love u".bcoz u
may not always trust the person u love but u can always love
the person u trust..
I Chose To Love You
In Silence
For In Silence I Find
No Rejection

I Chose To Love You
In our Loneliness
For In Your Loneliness
No One Owns You , But Me
Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
Rose Is Famous For Grace.
Advocate Is Famous For His Case.
Horses r Famous For Race.
But u Are Famous For Smile On Your
Face.
So keep smiling sweetheart........
We are two pieces of the easiest damn puzzle on earth....

anyone can figure out that we belong together. Luv You!
Mehkhane me jaam tut jata hai,

ishq me dil tut jata hai.

Na jane kya rishta hai in dono me,

jaam tute to ishq yaad aata hai,

dil tute to jaam yaad aata hai.
Ae Khuda tu ishq na karna ,
varna khub pachtayega,
hum to mar k tere pass aa jate he,
lekin tu kaha jayega...................
Romance Mathematics
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
Loag Piyar Kay Liey Hotey Hn
AOr Cheezen Istemal K Liey
Baat Tb Bigarti Hay Jab Cheexoon Se
Piyar Kia Jaey AOr Logon Ko Istemal Kia Jaey
Hazrat Ali Razi Allah-O-Taaala Anhoo.
An Act Ov LUV That Fails
Is Just As Much A Part Of The Divine Life
As An Act Of Love That Succeeds
For LUV Is
Measured By Fulness
Not By Reception
Everything has a time & place

Overtime things must change

And like a river life goes on

I used to say “LOVE” was a mistake

But I was wrong

LOVE is the greatest thing

It can hurt like HELL

But it can feel like HEAVEN

And No Matter What Happens

This LOVE make Me Dance patiently. . . .
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.