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
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
How about giving your heart to some1 who would love to make you happy, who would love to be loved by you... so how would you feel if i give my heart to you?
AUR KUCH NAHI BAS ITNI SI FARMAYISH HAI. EK SAAF SUTHRI SI DOSTI KI KHWAAISH HAI. MAAF KAR DIJIYEGA AGAR YE HUMARI BHUL HAI. AHSAAN AAPKA HOGA JO HUMARI DOSTI KABUL HAI.
