Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo Najane Kiya Hadsa Hua Sehma Hua Tha Wo Mujhy Dekh Kar Usne Chehra To Chupa Liya Magar Ankhein Bata Rahi Thi k Roya Howa Tha Wo Uski Ankhon Mein Dekh Kar Mehsos Hua Mujhe Meri Tarha Kisis Soach Mein Doba Hua Tha Wo
''''FaCt Of LiFe''''
When u StaRt CarRiNg AbOuT YOURSELF
You StaRt LoViNg SOMEBODY . . .
BuT
WhEn YoU StArT CaRiNg AbOuT OTHERS
SOMEBODY StArTs LoViNg 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.
Love hurts when you break up with some one.
Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you
But love hurts the most
when the person, you love has no idea how you feel.
