I don’t have any predefined set of thoughts for love. Love, for me, is like that of my mother’s. So unconditional and so pure. No matter what,she will always love you.
I couldn’t understand whether her tears were real or things she were blaming me were real. I was so confused within myself. I didn’t even know what I had done
The extent of love and lust is never known. The idea of losing someone you really love is enough to drive the hell out of you.If you can give your life for the sake of your love
They say, “When poverty arrives at the door, Love flies out of the window.” Beggars don’t fall in love & even if they do, who the hell in this world cares?