If I met him just another day, I could have told how much I loved him, how much I cared for him, how much I missed him. And now, how much I hate him, how much I expect him to be suffering, how much he deceived me, how much he lied to me, how much he used me and he is a son of a bitch...

Friends can be lovers one day, but lovers can never be friends ever. Love may end up with marriage or hatred, but never with friendship.

Actions as a result of hatred give us a temporary satisfaction. But,It is better if we can be patient enough to watch the person suffering who deserves guilt.Because,patience adjusts us to be relieved both physically and mentally.

I Am YoUr FluorescenCe AnD yOu Are MY QuEnChEr In ThE sEnSe Of ExciTed StATe ReActIonS.HiDe Me In YOu At HiGH pReSSure AnD teMpeRaturE...Be WiTh Me aNd NeVeR RelEaSe Me No MaTTer whatever HAPPENS...

LoVe Is ALwayS PaTiEnT AND KinD..It iS NevEr JeAlouS..LoVe Is neVer BoastFul Nor ConceDed..It iS NeveR Rude Or SelFisH..It dOeS Not TaKE OffeNcE anD It iS not ReseNtful..LovE TakeS No plEaSure in other PeoplE's sense But DelightS in The trUth..It iS alWays ReaDy to ExcuSe to TRUST to HOPE and to ENDURE whatever comes....

You can buy sex but you cannot buy love...