A feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause..
Sorrow and regret happen for a reason, to teach us a lesson not to do it again, maybe a sorry will work a couple times, but the affect of sorry wares out over time.
It’s hurting me every second realizing I hurt you. I’m sorry, please feel it. Get angry at me scold me but talk to me just and text I’ll makeup rest, Don’t just ignore me. I’m really sorry.
Dosti Najaron Se Ho To Kudrat Kehte Hai, Sitaron Se Ho To Jannat Kehte Hai, Husn Se Ho To Mohabbat Kehte Hai, Aur Aapse Ho To Use Kismat Kehte Hai.
Dua karte hain hum sar jukaye, Aye dost tu apni manzil hamse jaldi paye
Someone asked me if I missed you… I didn’t answer, I just closed my eyes and walked away. Then I whispered, “So much…”
This is why we call people exes, I guess because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. It’s too easy to see an X as a cross-out. It’s not, because there’s no way to cross out something like that. The X is a diagram of two paths.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!