jst whn questions seemd endles`it sudnly bcame clear.`u came nt 2 luv me`bt 2 teach me`hw 2 luv`den u walkd away`w/o any idea`hw mch iv lernd`&Hw much it hurts
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
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.
hasrat hai sirf tumhe pane ki aur koi khwahish nahi iis deewane ki shikwa mujhe tumse nahi khuda se hai kya zarurat thi tumhe itna khoobsarat banane ki.......
