While you gave her flowers, you gave me thorns. While all she did was smile, all I did is mourn. While she was so happy, I felt so blue. Because while you loved her, I was loving you.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
aasmaan ke sitare humko dekhte hai, hum kuch anjani soch mein pad jate hai, har lamha hum aisa mehsoos karte hai, ke voh kuch kehte hi chup ho jate hai.
When life is a mess, when my heart has been crushed, when I’m wearing a frown, when I breakdown and cry, when I’m blue, can I comfort myself by saying, I have you?
