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.
One day you might see yourself walking alone on a new path ,
no one seems in sight ,no one seems to have walked it earlier ,
dont give up midway , go on , reach ur dreams ,
the only reason you dont see anyone is because the world is following u
