Love Is Not About Being The Same

Love Is Not About Being The Same
If she is an apple and you are an orange,
celebrate your differences,
Make a great fruit salad
Love is not about being the same,
Its about being sweet with each other.
  

Feb, 14 2014     167 chars (2 sms)     3771 views       Love

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Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession
Everybody Wants It, Seeks It
But Few Ever Achieve It
Those Who Do Will Cherish It, Be Lost In It
And
Among All,
Never.... Never Forget It. . .
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make me smile,
I hate the way you dont love me,
But yet you make my life worth while
Remember that you dont choose Love, Love chooses you!
all u can really do is accept it for all its mystery wen it comes into your life ...

Feel the way it fills you to over flowing, then reach out and give it away..
"Think twice before leaving a
space in someones heart,
because its difficult to realize the pain
when you see someone else filling your space"
LovE is Not HoW LonG U''ve BeeN 2gEthEr;
nOt HoW MucH U''ve GIvEn oR RecEivE;
Not hOw MaNy TimEs U''ve HeLpEd EaCh OthEr
--- Its HoW U VALUE EaCh OtHEr...
Two tear drops were floating
down a river. The first one *
asked "who are you from" she
replied, "I’m from a girl whose
man left her. Who you from?"
He replied, "I’m from the man who
regrets letting her go."
salaamz!!!!!!!
is that anybody there????
who wants to make friendshp wid me????
There are three kinds of love:

Love takes a few days to get over.

Big love takes a few months.

And Great love well it changes your life ... *
THOUGH I KNOW THE PHONE WONT RING, TO ADD A BEAT TO MY HEART
THE MESSAGES WONT FLASH, TO ADD COLOURS TO MY DAY
THAT VOICE WONT FALL ONTO MY EARS TO ADD RHYTHM TODAY
YET I WAIT.....FOREVER...IS THAT LOVE?
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Touch my heart & u’ll feel,
Listen to my heart & u’ll hear,
Look into my heart & u’ll see,
That u’ll always be a special part of me.
Love; someone who gives you a shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on. Someone who respects your need to be alone when you''re crying, though.

Good love; its when someone cares about you deeply, and when you''re crying, they make you laugh when you don''t even want to smile.

Great love; someone who physically wipes the tears away if you happen to be crying in front of them.

But true love...it knows. Its that person who notices your abscence, goes to find you, and when they find you, they don''t wipe the tears away...they kiss the tears away. They hold you, long and tight, until you fall asleep in their arms.