The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.