4 d silent lover

4 d silent lover
4 d silent lover:



It hrts 2 luv sum1 & nt b lovd in return,

bt wht is more painful is 2 luv sum1

& nvr find d courage 2 let tht prsn knw hw u feel.
  

Jun, 14 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     3431 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

I Believe My Heart
It Believes In You
It''s Telling Me
That What I See
Is Completely True
I Believe My Heart
How Can It Be Wrong
It Says What I Feel For You
I Love You For Whole My Life
I Have A Heart
& It’s True
But Now It’s Given
From Me To You

So Care It Just Like
I Do

B’coz
I Have No Heart
And
You Have Two
Zubaan se tumhe keh nahi sakte
Isliye hmesha khuda se Fariyaad karte hai
Jab bhi tumhara Dil jor se dhadke
Samajh Lena hum tumhe
Dil se yaad karte hai.
4 d Optimist Lover:


Nvr say gudbye if u stil wnt 2 try,

nvr give up if u stil feel u cn go on,

nvr say u dnt luv a prsn anymore if u cnt let go
Rishte kanch ki tarah hote hai,

toote jaye to chubhte hai.

Inhe sambhalkar hateli par sajana

kyoki inhe tootne me ek pal

aur banane me barso lag jate hai
Raaz-e-dil na sunana kisi ko FARAZ
Dunya mai sub Hamraaz badal jate hain
Kisi k Bicharnay se Koi mar to nahi jata
Haan magar Jeeney k Andaaz badal jate hain
True Test Of Love Is Not How Much U Love Some1,
ButIt''s How Long Can U Preserve It In Ur Heart . . .

If U Find New Subtitude 4 Some1 In Ur Heart, It Means,
U Never Loved That Person Frm Ur Heart . . .
tupash say bach kay ghataaoon mein beth jatay hain
gay huwaoon ki sadaaoon mein beth jatay hain
hum irdgird kay mousam say jab bee ghabraa jain
tery kial ki chaoon mein beth jatay hain.....
Never ignore anyone who loves u the most,

then you will realize that u have lost a diamond

while collecting stones.
The difference between crush and love:
When you like a person and you know why you like the person, it’s a Crush.
But when you like a person and don’t know why you like the person, its Love.
Luv is when thoughts of but one person fill ur heart, when he means more than life to u & u know u wud never be the same if he''s taken from u.
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.