My feelings for you are like a garden in spring - it grows, blooms and fades away, but a new bloom is always in sight. I want to be the person that makes you feel loved, special and understood as no one else can. 🤍I've been trying to find the right words for what I'm feeling.👇
your expectations with someone else's obligation.
That's the harsh reality of love. Most people love the idea of love, but very few are ready to live its reality.
People have made **love** into a transaction, when in reality it is a sacrifice.
Most people think, "If I love someone, they should love me back." But that isn't love. No one is obligated to return your feelings simply because you chose to love them. 👇
understand its bitter truth. Real love is not possession. It is not control. It is not entitlement. It is not expecting someone to change or love you back because you love them.
Real love is the willingness to sacrifice your own ego, accept reality as it is, and never confuse 👇
جلا ہے جسم جہاں دل بھی جل گیا ہوگا۔۔۔
کریدتے ہو جو اب راکھ جستجو کیا ہے۔۔۔
ہوا ہے شہہ کا مصاحب پھرے ہے اتراتا۔۔۔۔
وگرنہ شہر میں غالبؔ کی آبرو کیا ہے۔۔۔