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13 reasons why you love some one!!

1. You don't have to think before you speak to them.

2. You are best friends.

3. They would give up their fave pass time to be with you.

4. THey love you with all your faults.

5. Every moment spent with them is a moment of treasure.

6. You can ask them a dumb question without feeling dumb.

7. They've seen you at your worst and still love you.

8. They are always on your mind. :P

9. Its perfect when they are around.

10. They respect your dreams.

11. In the story of your life, the best chapters are full of them.

12. They just read your mind by looking at your forehead.

(and the only one reason out of all the above reasons to love them...)

13. b/c They are They

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Something I gave to someone I love some yrs ago!! :)
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Americanising Desi said…
i did too!!!

something similar and he tore it to shreds and showed me the door :)

happens...
everything is fair in love i guess!

sigh!

Click here to go to 13 Negatives about me.
Thu Aug 27, 09:45:00 PM
Karachiite said…
AD.. not everyones the same.. that one didnt deserve it at all.. he was the wrong one, i reckon!!

n yes, alls fair in luv n war!!

will be chkin out the negatives now!!
Thu Aug 27, 11:50:00 PM
unaiza nasim said…
love is a state of mind, believe me:)
Sat Aug 29, 05:13:00 AM
Haleem said…
also, they can make parathas!
Sat Aug 29, 08:43:00 PM
Karachiite said…
love is everythign a person could desire in this world, Unaiza!! thnx for droppin by!! =)

And Haleem.. so true!!! :D :D they can make you eat them as well !! :P
Sat Aug 29, 11:21:00 PM
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