Holding your hand feels like heaven. No,those scar make no difference. It adds a attachment to it. And that's why,I traveled round the world. In search of your fair soul. To hold it just ONCE at least!!

Nothing. Just nothing.
I lost a thousand times. I am so broken that I cannot afford a smile and that is what made me a glower.

Love uproots anything with which it is mixed with. 

And if love is planted the thing that by leaps and bound is getting rarified ,HAMANITY can be saved!!

Yes,the love with which I loved her was more than a love. I defiantly can say this. Or else who will continuously love you without getting anything in return except "no" for nine fine years! Yeah,I met her everyday, saw her walking everyday ,wanted to feel her,touch her but simply couldn't. She was like a smoke in winter morning. Tender,pleasant, likable and opaque! We all want to chase it and when we finally feel we caught it,opens our palm,it contains nothing! She was like that. That air of nothing. That air who never ceased for me. That girl who will never understand the love with which I loved her was more than a love. ...