I wonder if the cities, where all those true loves happened, where all these historic love stories were written, where all those kisses are still inscribed in the walls, do they miss the kind of old school love, the one that made it to the books, the one that is remembered for generations to come, the ones that made if to
Leave it all behind, whatever has stopped you all this while from being the version of yourself that you love the most, and fix your wings back and then do everything you had promised yourself when you were less brains and more dreams.
Kuch batein, jo main kahuga toh nahi, lekin tum padh lena kahin kisi panne pe, jo likhke, uda dunga main iss yakeen mein ki shayad tum tak pahuch jayein, waise hi jaise tmhari yaadein mujhtk pahuch jaati hain
Well you can either let two lovers be inseparable in real and let them live a life they will forever be grateful for, or you take away their right to hold hands with each other and separate them and they still carry the other self in them for all their life.
The era in which moving on became easy. I nowhere say, that it is wrong to move on over something that troubles you every night, but isnt it tough at the same time to forget all those memories in which you were the happiest you ? Dont you think it was a forever kind of love ? Maybe moving on has nothing to do with stop loving, maybe it's all about training yourself to not look over things that didnt work for you, but it is surely not about replacing people.
Maybe you have a different opinion, that makes more sense.