I have never crossed paths with anyone
who knows how to love.
Everyone is trying.
Everyone is guessing
and doubting.
Not sure what love is.
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Hahaha absolutely Nayana and Love is like that. Awesome words.
Thank you 🙂 😀
Welcome.
मुझे याद करने वाले
तेरे साथ साथ हुँ मै
जो कभी ना खत्म होगी
वो ही दिलकी बात हुँ मै !!
💕
kya baat h!!! nice thought 🙂
Thanks
True 🙅
Very true! 🙂
Glad you like it 🙂
Thanks 🙂
So true.
Thanks 🙂
When it comes to love the only blueprint we have is the the “theory of muddling through.”
This is amazing! It captured the essence of the frustration a friend was sharing yesterday.
Thank you 🙂 I am glad you like it.
he he…”the theory of muddling through”…so true 😀