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.
Ik Isharay Ki Muntizer Hon Teraiy, Phir Mujh Sey Kiun Faslon Pay Rehtey Ho Dedaar Tera Ho Jai Terey Ashiq Ko Our Kia Chaheye Tamana Hai Tujhe Bahon Mein Bhero Labon Ko Chomo Khatim Houa Intezaar Aa Jou ,Yeh Sada Chaheye
Can I say I love you today? If not, can I ask you again tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow? And the day after that? Coz I''ll be loving you every single day of my life.
