not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.
Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
i hav dis strange feelin of missin u evry single second of d day, havin a picture of u in my mind & longin 4 ur presence in my lyf, hopin dat sumday u'l b mine
Aap ki muskurahat se mera dil dhadakta hai, Aap jab rote ho to mera dil jalta hai, Isliye is muskurahat ko apne honto se alag na karma, Kyunki usise meri saanse chalti hai.
u cant wrap love in a box, but u can wrap a person in a hug. A hug chrms,warms and makes everyone happy. That must be why God gave us arms. So here is a hug 4 u.
If sumone throws a stone towards u, throw luv towards him but if sumone throw luv towards u, then sit for a while & think coz luv hurts more than stone.
