jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy? ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,, wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho.... mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or.... zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine.
ill help u out netime.
2 see u hurt 2 see u cry.
makes me weep & wanna die.
ill b right here til d end.
cos ur my love & my bestfriend
Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont care at all.
but now i dont know what to do
cos i slipped and fell in love with u
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
