“Even the stars cried when they wrote our fate, a love so deep yet we had to separate.”

I believe, women are miraculous creatures. so compassionate yet carry the potential to bring you hell.

I hope you find someone, who pours love like rain during monsoon, onto all broken parts of you.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.

The pain keeps dripping down my eyes, but it never really stops hurting.

I stay kind, for the hurt in me knows, pain needs love to heal.

I am fire on the verge of ignition, don’t mistake me for a flame and then blame me for your destruction.

Self love is breaking your own heart to save your soul from shattering.

I know you are afraid to love again, but let the thrill of love be bigger than your fear of hurt.

Loves a drug, the one who overdoses bears the consequences.

My heart is aching and my eyes tearing, will i ever get the love i always keep trying to give others?

We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

Things have changed, pain doesn’t scare me anymore love does.

So much love to give but none to give too.

Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

Love isn’t complicated, people are.

I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step towards finding you.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

The stories that you tell yourself can make or break you – no matter who you are.

I don’t care about you, why you worried about me?