Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Beautiful Feeling


Love is a beautiful feeling. Although, how it feels to be in love is very hard to express. Trying to be in love is done because without love life is worthless. When love is found then being with that person is the only thing which the heart desires to do. Nothing is ever perfect in love, it is never going to be a fairy tale. Still everyone loves, even though it hurts when the one we love never does become ours.
That is why I truly feel that something is very special about love. It is a feeling beautiful to be, even after pain and tears.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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It is about Love since it is a beautiful feeling which hurts a lot but still we love no matter what happens.

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