♥️:الحمدللہ میں بہت خوش ہوں :
Lostpain: Love is not a commodity that is sold in the markets, it is a blessing that reaches from heart to heart. Here, neither banknotes are counted nor scales are useful. Here, only feelings are there, and the treasure is only sincerity. When one heart embraces another heart in its fragrance, this transaction is not decided by words, but by the silent conversation of the eyes and the touch of the soul. Love is not calculated on paper, it is written in the language of the closeness of moments, the acceptance of prayers and the heartbeats. This transaction is strange. The more you give, the more it grows. The more you share, the more it blossoms. And in the end, the real meaning of love is that giving your heart and getting another heart is a transaction in which there is never a loss and the profit is always in the form of peace of mind.Boy who is fed up with life 🙂💗: I was yours, right?!! Then why did you leave me for the world?? I had given myself to you, I had sacrificed my desires, my dreams, even my stubbornness for your happiness. I never asked what I would get in return, I just believed that you were there..!!
And that is enough, but maybe I was not everything to you, just a part that should be remembered in times of need and forgotten in times of crowd..!!
I chose you more than the world and you preferred the world over me. Even though I was yours, I could not remain yours because you left my hand out of fear of people's opinions. I wish you could understand that the person who is truly yours is not afraid of the world, he faces the world. I was yours, right?!! Then why did you lose me for those people who will not be yours tomorrow either.its khansssNever let go of my hand, because we have reached those ❤️🩹paths where love is not just a feeling but a necessity of breathing, if you leave here, maybe I will survive but all the light inside me will go out, while walking with you, I have learned to feel dreams as reality, your voice has now become the peace of my day and your silence the restlessness of my nights, so hold my hand tightly, because this height is not only of love but of that trust from which those who fall cannot recover, and I do not wa
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