I have liked many

I have liked many
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.
  

Jun, 14 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     2627 views       Love

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Dil tu dhadkana band kar,
jab jab to dhadkata hai unki yaad aati
hai,
Wo to khush hogi apni dunia me,
Jaan to pal pal hamari hi jati hai..
"Adjust,





or don''t fall in love".
Love means

To commit oneself widout warantee
To give oneself completely inthe hope that our love will produce love inthe loved person
Sometimes we put walls around our heart....
Not just to be safe from getting hurt....
But to find out who cares enough to break the walls n get closer . . . <-:
Even a Lie is Gud if its Spoken out of Luv..

Truth is Bad if its Spoken just 2 Hurt..

Its alwaz Better 2 Show Luv dan 2 Hurt

So Keep Lying

N Keep Loving..
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
2 Teardrops Were Flowing Down Da River 1 Said 2 Da Other
Im D Teardrop Of A Grl Who Lovd&Nevr Expresed
Who R U?





I''m D Tear Drp Of D Boy Who Was Waitin 4 Her!
LOVE
Is The
Condition
In Which
The Happiness
Of Another Person
Is
Essential
To Your Own ... :)
Mousam b hai suhana,
Barish b ho rahi hai,

Bas ik kami hia jana,
Teri yad aa rahi hai,
Teri yad aa rahi hia...!!
I am in hospital now. After 5 minutes, I will be transfered to a surgery room. The doctor told me, I will die if I stop RECEIVING YOUR SMS.

I have the “I”,I have the “L”,I have the “O”,I have the “V”,I have the
“E”,… so pls can I have “U”?

You must be a good runner because you are always running in my mind, you must be a good thief because you have stolen my heart, and i am always a bad shooter because I Miss You Always…
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.