HUM AGAR APKO SMS NAHI KAR PATE TO AISA NAHI HAI KI AP HUME YAD NAHI ATE MANA KI SAB RISHTE NIBHAYE NAHI JATE PAR JO BAS JATE HAI DIL MAIN BULAYE NAHI JATE
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
I admit i will never be the perfect friend. i will never be there always. i may not make u smile at times but there is one thing i admit i could do. to be the person i could be for u. .
