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.
What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You.
knowing u`has always been`a mystery.``i cudnt evn undrstand`how we evr`bcame friends.``But watevr`d rison mayb`im thankful`coz somehow`u made me hapPy.
Sometimes my eyes get jealous of my heart. Know why? Coz you always remain close to my heart and far from my eyes.eyes get jealous of my heart. Know why? Coz you always remain close to my heart and far from my eyes.
Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop & think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it
Chaha to bhout tha ki aapni palko se tumhare dil par aapna naam lik du par aaisa kaha kar paya main jab bhi aapni chanchal palko se tumhara naam likna chaha aashuo ki nami se sab dhundla sa gaya tumne bataya nahi maine jana nahi fir bhi jane kyun aaisa lagta hai ki tumhare dil par sayad mera naam lika hai.