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.
Can I say I love you today? If not, can I ask you again tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow? And the day after that? Coz I''ll be loving you every single day of my life. :)
Jab Koi Kalaam Kisi K Dil Mein utar Jaata Hai
Sach Kehta Hoon Likhne Wale Ka josh Nikhar Jaata Hai
Lagta Hai Kuchh To Hai Maayne Dil K Ehsaason K
Har Alfaaz Kagaz Par Khud Sawar Jaata Hai
