Love is a feeling which stops you halfway from cursing someone who hurts you because no matter what you can’t imagine that person in pain.
Love is when you try and reach beyound your limits to fulfill someone else’s dreams irrespective of the fact what this effort will have in consequence for you.
Love is not about you, it is not to comfort you, it is about the significant other who is worth more than this world to you, who maybe the worst thing ever happened to you but still the best part of your life.
Love does not see who, why, where and when. Love does not care weather you are worth more or not. Weather the love of your life even sees you or not. It just exists and you just live with it. You just pray and pray for your love to get thw best of both worlds even if it means you don’t get your love.
Love is not selfish rather it is the most selfless emotion in the world. But to be in love with someone is most often the most painful experience in life.
The courage it requires to love someone is enough to destroy you to peices and to break them further.
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Why Oh Why
Randomsome times when i see a small boy standing by my car urging me to spare some change, i wonder. what have i done to deserve a ride in my car while this innocent kid has to walk all the way home.
