āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻšāĻ্āĻে āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāύিāϏ āϝেāĻাāύে āĻāĻĒāύি āĻĻুāϰ্āĻŦāϞ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāĻেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻাāĻāĻে āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āϧ্āĻŦংāϏ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻ্āώāĻŽāϤা āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻĒāύি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āύিāϰ্āĻāϰ āĻāϰেāύ āύা। āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āύিঃāĻļāϰ্āϤ, āύিঃāϏ্āĻŦাāϰ্āĻĨ, āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽীāϝ়āϏ্āĻŦāĻāύāĻে āĻুāĻļি āĻŽāύে āĻāϰেāύ āϤāĻāύ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻুāĻļি āĻšāύ, āĻāĻĒāύি āϤাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻাāϞ āĻŦোāϧ āĻāϰেāύ, āĻāĻĒāύি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāϰ āϝāϤ্āύ āύেāύ, āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻেāĻšাāϰা āĻোāύ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰ āύা, āĻĒāϰিāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāϤা āĻোāύ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰ āύা, āĻāĻĒāύি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύ āĻāĻĒāύি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āϝāĻāύ āϤাāϰা āĻি āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻĒāύি āĻি āĻāύ্āϝ। āĻŦেāĻļিāϰāĻাāĻ āϏāĻŽāϝ়, āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻাāύি āĻāĻŽāϰা āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻĨাāĻি, āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻĒāϤিāĻুāϞি āĻĨেāĻে āύāϝ় āϝāĻāύ āϏে āĻাāϰāĻĒাāĻļে āĻĨাāĻে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŦ্āϝāĻĨা āĻĨেāĻে āϝāĻāύ āϏে āĻāϞে āϝাāϝ়। āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻĒাāϰāϏ্āĻĒāϰিāĻ āĻšāϤে āĻšāĻŦে āύা āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āĻিāϤāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāϏে āĻāĻি āĻĒুāύāϰ্āĻŦিāĻŦেāĻāύা āĻāϰা āĻĒ্āϰāϝ়োāĻāύ āĻšāĻŦে āύা। āĻāĻŽāϰা āϝāĻĻি āĻুāĻļি āĻŽāύে āĻšāϝ়, āϤāĻŦে āϝāĻĻি āύা āĻšāϝ়, āϤāĻŦে āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻ
āύ্āϝেāϰ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āĻ
āĻŦ্āϝাāĻšāϤ āϰাāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦ āĻ
āύ্āϝেāϰ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āĻĨেāĻে। āĻāĻāĻি āĻ্āϰাāĻļ āϏংāĻ্āώিāĻĒ্āϤ
āĻীāĻŦāύāϝাāĻĒāύ। āĻাāĻŽāύা āĻāĻŦং āĻĻৃāĻĸ় āĻļাāϰীāϰিāĻ āĻāĻāϰ্āώāĻŖ āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻŦিāĻŦāϰ্āĻŖ। āĻĒ্āϰাāĻĨāĻŽিāĻ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻীāĻĒāĻ fades। āĻāĻি āĻেāĻŦāϞāĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻ
āĻāĻীāϰ āĻŦিāĻŦāϰāĻŖ āĻাāύাāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻা āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻāϰ্āώāĻŖেāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻļāĻ্āϤিāĻļাāϞী āĻ
āύুāĻূāϤি। āĻāĻা āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āϏুāĻী āĻāϰে āϤোāϞে। āĻāĻি āĻ
āĻŦāĻļেāώে āϏāĻŽāϝ় āϏāĻ্āĻে fades। āĻ
āύ্āϝāĻĻিāĻে āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা, āϏāĻŽāϝ় āύেāϝ় āĻāĻŦং āĻিāϰāϤāϰে āĻāϞে āϝাāϝ়। āĻāĻা

nurturers āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻি āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧি। āĻāĻি āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻি āĻāĻāĻি āĻ
āύুāĻূāϤি āϝেāĻাāύে āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāϰ āϏুāĻ āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āύিāĻāϏ্āĻŦ āϏুāĻ āĻāĻĒāϰে āĻāĻāĻি āĻ
āĻ্āϰাāϧিāĻাāϰ। āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŦāĻাāϝ় āϰাāĻে āĻāĻāĻি āĻ্āϰাāĻļ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝাāĻ্āϝাāύ hurts, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻĒāύি āϏāĻŽāϝ় āϏāĻ্āĻে āĻāĻি āĻĒেāϤে āĻšāĻŦে। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻĒāύি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏেāύ āϝে āĻāĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝাāĻ্āϝাāύ, stings āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻĒāύি āĻšāϤ্āϝা, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻ
ংāĻļ āĻĻূāϰে āϞাāĻে āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āύিঃāĻļāϰ্āϤ āĻāĻŦং āύিঃāϏ্āĻŦাāϰ্āĻĨ। āĻāĻĒāύি āĻাāĻāĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏেāύ āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻাāĻāĻŦেāύ āύা, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏাāϰ āĻিāĻু āĻĒাāĻŦেāύ। āϝে āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻি āϏāĻŦ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻšāϝ় āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻāϏাāĻĨে āύাāĻ āĻĨাāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύ āϤা āϏāϤ্āϤ্āĻŦেāĻ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻি āĻেāĻāĻে āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏেāύ? āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে strangling āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ। āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻĻূāϰে āĻĨাāĻুāύ āĻāĻŦং āϏāϰাāϤে āĻেāϝ়েāĻিāϞেāύ āĻĒāϰেāĻ āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻ
āĻŦাāϧে āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ। āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ āϝāĻĻি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āϝāϤ্āύ āĻĒিāώ্āĻাāϰাāϰ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻšাāĻিāϰ āĻšāϝ়। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āύিāϰ্āϝাāϤāύ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻšাāĻিāϰ āĻšāϞে āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ। āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻŦāϞāϤা āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻšাāĻিāϰ āύা āĻšāϞে āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ। āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻেāĻĄ়ে āĻĻেāĻāϝ়া āύা āĻšāϞে āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ, āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে stubbornness āĻšাāĻিāϰ āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ āϝāĻĻি āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻŦāϞāϤা āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻে āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāϝ় āϤৈāϰি āĻāϰেāĻেāύ। āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ āϝāĻĻি āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻāύোāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻ
āĻŦিāϰাāĻŽ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻĻেāĻিāϝ়ে āĻ
āĻেāĻো āĻŦাāύিāϝ়ে āĻĢেāϞেāĻেāύ: '(āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ āϝে āϏāĻŦāĻিāĻুāĻ āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻšুāĻāĻিāύ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻĻেāĻিāϝ়েāĻে। āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ āϝে āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝেāĻেāϰāĻ āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻুāϞিāϝ়ে āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āϝে āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻŦেঁāĻে āĻিāϞাāĻŽ āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽি āϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦāϤ āĻŦুāĻেāĻি.āĻāĻŽি āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ, āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻ
āύুāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤি āĻŦোāĻাāϰ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰāĻি āĻāĻŽি āĻ্āϞাāύ্āϤি āĻŦোāϧ āĻāϰāĻি.āĻāĻŽি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻĻুঃāĻিāϤ.āĻāĻ āϏāĻŦ āĻিāϞ āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻŽি āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻ
āĻŦাāϧে āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏি। āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ়āĻে āĻāĻ āĻŽিāϞিāϝ়āύ āĻŦাāϰ āĻেāĻ্āĻে āĻেāϞেāĻ, āĻŽিāϞিāϝ়āύ āĻুāĻāϰা āĻāĻāύāĻ āϤোāĻŽাāĻে āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏে āϤাāϰ āĻāύ্āĻĻ্āϰিāϝ়েāϰ āϏāϤ্āϝāϤা āϝেāĻšেāϤু āĻāĻাāĻ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻাāĻ āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ় āĻ
āϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦ.āϤোāĻŽāϰা āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻŦāϰ্āĻŦāϰ āύীāϰāĻŦāϤাāĻে āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻেāϝ়েāĻিāϞো āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦাঁāĻিāϝ়েāĻেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦাāĻŽে "āĻĻূāϰে āĻĨাāĻুāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻোāύāĻ āϝোāĻাāϝোāĻāĻ āĻোāύো āϏāĻŽাāϧাāύ āύāϝ় āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰিāϝ় āĻীāĻŦāύে āĻিāĻু āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ। "āĻāĻা āĻāĻŽāύ āύāϝ় āϝে āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύāĻে āĻāϰ āĻাāĻ āύা āĻāĻŽāύ āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰি āύি, āϤāĻŦে āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϝāϤ্āύ āĻāϰেāύ āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻāĻĒāύি āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻিāĻুāĻা āĻĢেāϰāϤ āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦেāύ āύা। āĻāĻা āύা āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻŽি āύা āϏāϰাāύো āĻŦা āύা āĻāϰāϤে āĻাāύ āύা āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύ, āĻāĻা āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা āĻ āĻ
āĻĨāĻŦা āĻāĻĒāύি āϏāϤ্āϝ। āĻāĻŽি āĻিā§āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāĻি āύা āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻি āĻļেāώ। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύāĻ āϤোāĻŽাāĻে āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏি āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āĻāĻি āĻļেāώ āĻšāϞে āĻāĻŦং āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāϰূāĻĒে āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰে। āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāύেāϰ āĻĒিāĻāύে āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻুāϞāĻে āύিāϰ্āĻĻেāĻļ āĻāϰে āϤāĻāύ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāϞে āĻāĻāĻাāύো āĻļুāϰু āĻšāϝ়। āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϝāĻāύ āĻোāύ āĻāĻŦি āĻāĻ āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāĻে āĻŦāϞে। āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āĻāϞ্āĻĒ āĻāĻāĻি āϏুāĻী āĻļেāώ āύা āĻāĻে, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻļেāώ āύা। āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāύāĻ āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻাāϞāĻŦাāϏা।
Being in Love is that thing where you become vulnerable and give someone the ability to destroy you, but you trust them not to. Love is unconditional, selfless, it makes you happy when you see your soulmate happy, you feel better with her/him, you truly care for the other person, their appearance doesn't matter, perfection doesn't matter, you can love them for what they are and what you are when you are with them. Most of the time, we know we are in true love, not from the butterflies when she/he is around , but from the pain when she/he has gone away. Love need not always be mutual. Love comes from within. It doesn’t need to be reciprocated. We feel happy if it is, but if not, we will still continue to love the other person for love comes from within. A crush is short lived. Lust and strong physical attraction fade over time. The initial infatuation fades. It is just a strong sense of desire and attraction knowing only the superficial details about the other person. It makes you feel happy. It eventually fades with time. True love, on the other hand, takes time and lasts forever. It nurturers and it grows over time. It is real and it is a feeling where the other person's happiness is a priority over your own happiness. Love cares for the other person. Rejection from a crush hurts, but you will get over it with time. But rejection from the one you truly love, stings and kills you, because it takes away a part of you. True love is unconditional and selfless. You love someone because you want to, not because you will get something in return. That is what love is all about. Do you still love someone even though you know you can't be together? I’m sorry for strangling you with my true love. I’m sorry when I love you unconditionally even after you wanted me to stay away and move on. I’m sorry if my care appeared as pestering. I’m sorry if my love appeared as torture. I’m sorry if not moving on appeared as my weakness. I’m sorry if not letting you go, appeared as stubbornness. I’m sorry if I have ever made you fear by showing my vulnerability. I’m sorry if I have ever made you freak out by showing my endless love :’( I’m sorry if everything appeared to you as Whiny. I’m sorry if everyone misled you that I whined when I was probably trying to be understood. I’m sorry if my intentions of wanting to be understood appeared as clingy. I’m really sorry. It was all because I truly love you unconditionally. Even after you broke my heart a million times, those million pieces still love you to the truest of its senses. Because that is what love is all about. UNCONDITIONAL. But all I wanted to say to your deafening Silence when you cut me off from your life and left is that “Staying away and no communication is never a solution to anything in life my dear.” It is not that I didn’t accept that you don’t want me anymore in your life, but that I still love and care about you even though you can’t give me anything in return. It is not because I can’t move on or don’t want to move on, it is because my love for you is true. I am not crying because it ended. But because I still love you. Even after you ended it and ignored me completely. Tears start rolling down my cheeks, when I guide your hair behind your ears ,in the latest picture of yours.The moment when a picture speaks a thousand words. Every love story doesn't have a happy ending, because TRUE LOVE doesn't have an end. I still love you in silence.
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