Amazing

Amazing
Shadi Se Pehle"

Boy:Kash Wo Din Jald Aye.
Girl:Tm Muje Chor Nhi DoGe?
Boy:Nhi Esa Sochna B MaT.
.........Girl:Will U Miss Me?
Boy:Yes.
Girl:TumHari ZindaGi Mei Koi Aur To Nhi?
Boy:No Not aT All.
Girl:Do U Love Me?
Boy:Yes Dear.
Girl:Oh Dear.

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"Shadi K Baad"

Ab Ye StaTus Nechey Se Uper ParHen.
  

Sep, 16 2011     328 chars (3 sms)     2856 views       Love

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I,Me, Myself, Yes me,I
Really
Truly
Unmistakably
Unstoppably
Unavoidably
Crazily, Think about you!
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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
If some one did ask me what life meant to me?
Then I would sit next to U,
Pull you close two me,
Put my arms around U and say proudly,
“This is my life”
There Are Only Four Questions Of Value In Life . . . ! ! !

1. What Is Sacred ?

2. Of What Is The Spirit Made Off ?

3. What Is Worth Living For ?

4. What Is Worth Dying For ?

The Answer To Each Is The Same . . .

Only LOVE
The Answer To Each Is The Same . . .

Only LOVE
If You Are Going To Make Me CRY



Then Please Be There To Wipe My TEARS. . .
I have decided to stick with love.
Hate is too great a burden to bear.
My Love For You Is Like

The Air I Breathe,

I Can''t See It

But I Always Feel It

And

Most Importantly

I Can''t Live Without It ... (:
Love Is Magic

The More We Hide It

The More It Shows

The More You Suppress

The More It Grows ... :)
No genuine lover loves d face,they love the heart.

No heart falls in love by choice,its by chance.

No one stays in love by chance, its by faith..!
Zindagi se sabhi ko mohabbat hai,par zindagi kisiki mehboob nahi
banti,tamanna leker jeete hain sab log,magar har tamanna TAQDIR nahi
banti...
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.
Another month ..
Another year ..
Another smile ..
Another tear ..
Another winter ..
Another summer too ..
But there will be never another YOU ..