ð”ð§ðœð¨ð§ðŸðžð¬ð¬ðžð: ð“ ð“½ð“ªð“µð“® ð“¸ð“¯ ð“¾ð“·ð“¼ð“¹ð“¸ð“´ð“®ð“· ð“ð“®ð“¿ð“¸ð“½ð“²ð“¸ð“·
7 parts Ongoing ðŒðšð®ð¬ðšð¦ð¢ ð˜ðžð¡ ðð«ðžðžð ððšð¡ð¢, ð–ð¨ð¡ ð‰ð¨ ððžðžð
ð‰ðšðšð²ðž,
ðƒð¨ð¨ð« ð‡ð¢ ð’ðšð¡ð¢ ð‡ð®ð¦ ðƒð¨ð§ð¨ ððšð« ð‡ðšð¢ ððšð¡ð¢
ððšð«ðšð²ðž,
ð‰ðšð¢ð¬ðž ð’ðšðð¢ð²ð¨ð§ ð’ðž ð‡ð¢ ðŒð¢ð¥ððž ððšð¡ð¢ ð‚ð¡ðšðšð§ð
ð“ðšðšð«ðž,
ð…ð¢ð« ðð¡ð¢ ð€ðšð¬ð¦ðšðšð§ ðŒðžð¢ð§ ð‹ðšð ððž ðƒð¨ð§ð¨ ðŠð¢ðð§ðž
ðð²ðšð«ðž,
ð˜ðžð¡ ð“ð¨ð¡ ð‰ðšðšð§ðž ð’ðšðšð«ð¢ ðƒð®ð§ð¢ð²ðš,
ð‰ðšðšð ð¢ ð’ðšðšð«ð¢ ð’ðšðšð«ð¢ ð‘ðšðð¢ð²ðšðšð§,
ð“ðšðšð«ð¨ð§ ðð¡ðšð«ð¢ ðŠðšðšð«ð¢ ð€ð¤ð¡ð¢ð²ðšðšð§â‹†. 𙚠˚
☪︎ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・⋆˖âºâ€§â‚Šâ˜½â—¯â˜¾â‚Šâ€§âºË–⋆・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・â‚
"Perhaps our love's an incomplete refrain,
A half-written sonnet, with a missing strain.
A story unfinished, with a narrative unsaid,
A heart that beats, yet a love that's never won.
Maybe in another life, our hearts will entwine,
And we'll meet again, in a love that's truly divine.
But for now, it's impossible, a love that's out of time.
Here we are, a half-written story,
Forever etched in my heart, a memory to adore."
âšâ”€â”€â’─â‘─â’──âš
ðˆð§ ð©ð¡ð¨ð§ðž ðœðšð¥ð¥~
Long distance sucks," she sighed,
"Apan dono mil bhi nhi paarhe," she said.
"Haina, I wish hum milte, Ghumte aur maze karte" he replied.
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She gazed at the moon, her heart's desire,
"I wish hum utne he long distance mein hote,
Jitne hote the," she whispered,
wishing they had confessed their love, now forever lost in the dark,
hoping the moon would witness her love,
and keep it alive, until they meet again.