C'est La Vie

I want you to know that I am all yours! I want you to know when you look at me I feel I am the luckiest girl in the world. I want you to know that when you cook for me, I feel really bad as I’m not that great cook but happy at the same time because you don’t mind cooking for me. I want you to know that I love the long walks with you, because you tell me things which make me feel on top of the world. I want you to know that I hate the fact that you live so far away from me, but the distance has never been a problem to me! I want you to know that I hate it when you spend on me. It makes me feel bad and I feel special at the same time! Weird! I know! I want you to know that I love when you know I don’t like you spending on me and always assure me that it’s not a big deal. I want you to know that I feel like a million bucks when I’m in your arms! I want you to know that I do things not because you might love me more but because I want to do them for you!...

teri aankhon ki namkeen mastiyaan  teri hansi ki beparwaah gustakhiyaan teri zulfon ki lehrati angdaiyaan nahi bhoolunga main jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan  Your Mischevious Eyes Your Insolent Laughter,  Your Wavy Hair, I'll not forget,  As long as I live...as long as I live tera haath se haath chhodna  tera saayon se rukh modna  tera palat ke phir na dekhna  nahin maaf karunga main,  jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan... Your hand slipping from mine, Your shadow turning its gaze,(from mine) Walking away without turning... into a haze. I will not forgive... As long as I live….as long as I live baarishon mein bedhadak tere naachne se baat baat pe bewajah tere roothne se, chhoti chhoti teri bachkani badmashiyon se, mohabbat karunga main Jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan.. Your dancing freely in rains, You getting angry on small things without reason, Your small, childish ...

I hate the way you talk to me,  and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car,  I hate it when you stare.  I hate your big dumb combat boots  and the way you read my mind.  I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.  I hate the way you’re always right,  I hate it when you lie.  I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.  I hate it when you’re not around,  and the fact that you didn’t call.  But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,  not even close… not even a little bit…  not even at all. (Poem from 10 Things I Hate About You )