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“I don’t care what you do to me, but I don’t want you to hurt me. I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”

— Haruki Murakami

I want to love you with all my heart.

But somedays I wish to be loved too.

If you ever unlove me, have the guts to tell it to my face. Otherwise you are a coward.

Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.

She is mad, the kind of mad that makes you fall in love, and she doesn’t need much—some books to read, a warm touch, someone to love and to be loved.

—Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder

Is there a way to grasp what love means without becoming a lover first?

Love cannot be explained. It can only be experienced.

Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all.

When Nachiketa said, "Tumi ashbe bolei akash meghla, brishti ekhono hoyeni. Tumi ashbe bolei krishnochura r phool gulo jhore jayeni"

And when Mahtim Shakib said, "Tumi brishti cheyecho bole, koto megher bhengechi mon. Ami nijer bolte, tomaye cheyechi"

And when Anjan Dutt said, "Raasta r koto soshta hotel e, boddho cabin e bondhi dujone, rudroshash koto protikkha"

Somehow, inherently, we have all lost someone we loved.

"Stars wish away from every which way to the center of my heart with the tip of this pencil, constellations are stenciled within the wind, and the sands of time shine in my mind like moonlight as each grain shaves away my sins.."

I am a celestial harbinger larger than the darkness - eUë

I regret many things in life. Loving you was one of them.

i want to annoy the shit out of u (lovingly)

One day my tears will grow flowers~