“Love is simple” only when you have so much of it in you that you expect nothing back of it. Unfortunately that isn’t the case with all of us.We “the humans”are cute beings and therefore will always be running before it.

The soul which is educated by pain feels confused by happiness

Art and love are the same thing, it's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you

In what kind of love someone must be deeply involved? To accept and allow another person to leave thier mind? And still call it love? Maybe that's affection and attachment but not love? Love doesn't really allow you to let go of someone. It could be the hope, maybe the thought that they don't feel the same but that doesn't let my heart release them. I can never let go if it's love. You'll be always lingering in my mind if it's love. I might as well wait if it's love. I might as well weep if it's love.

All the love that I have been saving from the past 20 years and you wake up everyday and this natural feeling in love with this person, just naturally waking up and choosing her every fucking day

Sometimes loving someone doesn't mean you've to be in a relationship with them

Thermodynamics, In the way our bodies Transferred heat between them.

Molecular Chemistry, In how the sparks flew Within my cells

Geography, In the contours Of her body curled in bed.

Archeology, In the parts of her I could dig out of the blankets.

Friction, Gravity, Physics, Entropy...

Every night,
She went to sleep, And I went to college.

Every morning with you.

Having a supportive family is just beyond a blessing. I don't think you can expect more in life when you're low, down and going through a rough patch they are always there for you. They inject confidence in you. They make you believe you can do it, only you. They starve themselves of hope to feed you hope when you are at the crossroads. That's why family matters always.

I'm sending you kisses through the clouds, so when it rains my kisses will touch your lips

My heart is a fortress built from lessons and scars, I've protected it for what feels like ages.
So If I tell you I love you, i mean it with every fibre of my heart. And if I give you all this love, I'm giving you everything I'm, everything that is me

Hum kab

Value is subjective—shaped by needs, availability, and the source.
What comes easy won’t last long, and what lasts long won’t come easy.

There are feelings you'll never find words for, you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.

Men in love

Why is our aggressive side often addressed as our true colour? what about the times where we give it all? the times where we love more than we should? the times we check on people when nobody else did? all this love but some people will still see your bad side as the one that matters.

She's made of clay that was kneaded with rose water

I didn't ask to be mature. I grew up knowing there was an invisible hand holding my neck forcing me to understand. To understand even the impossible, even the things my age will never get. I grew up looking for answers so I would understand. And it trained me to be mature, to observe more than speak. To think more than ask, to see more than I needed. To need less than I wanted, to understand more than I had to.

It's a strange kind of pain, isn’t it? To love someone with every corner of your heart, only to feel like they don’t even see you. You give them everything—your time, your energy, your patience, and all those quiet parts of yourself that no one else has ever touched. And yet, it feels like it's never enough. You sit there questioning yourself late at night, wondering if maybe you loved them the wrong way or too much, or if love was never meant to be fair in the first place. But how can it be fair when the weight of it is always on your shoulders, when the only thing you ask for is to feel like you matter to them?