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.
Girl: I like someone. Boy: Who? Girl: Wait wait. I love someone. Boy: Can U tell me? Girl: Yeah, but you won't laugh ......Boy: Okay. I wont, just tell me.
Girl: It starts with Y & ends in U
Boy: I wont laugh cuz I like that person too.. !! ? ? ?
How do you spell love?... when you reach the point where the happiness, security, and development of another person is as much of a driving force to you as your own happiness, security, and development, then you have a mature love. True love is spelled G-I-V-E. It is not based on what you can get, but rooted in what you can give to the other person.
Apni Najron se unki Najren milni chahiye....
unke pyare se chehre pe ek khoobsurat si muskan hona chahiye....
log kehte hain, mujhe usi ke liye jeena chahiye...
usi ke Liye Marna Chahiye.....
ab toh mujhe bhi lagta hai yaaron is dil ke liye ek dilbar hona chahiye.....
