When you love someone truly,
you don"t look for faults,
you don"t look for answers,
you don"t look for mistakes.
Instead, you fight the mistakes,
you accept the faults and overlook the excuses.
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.
aaj
ke
baad
mujhe
call
mat
karna
na
sms
karna
baat
bhi
mat
karna
milne
ki
koshis h
to
bilkul
mat
karna
kyuki
doctor
ne
mu jhe
sweet
chizo
se
dur
rehne
ko
bola
hai
