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 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.
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
ISHQ AUR DOSTI MERI ZINDAGI KA UNWAN HAY
ISHQ MERI ZINDAGI DOSTI MERA EMAN HAY
ISHQ PAY KAR DON MEIN APNI SARI ZINDAGI
PAR DOSTI PAY MERA ISHQ B QURBAN HAY
Thinking of You - Death is only a phase everyone goes through but the love remain strong in the hearts of those who remain. See how even death cannot tear a husband love apart from his wife.
