Status: Single
Here for: Friends
Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Pakistan
Body type: Athletic
Ethnicity: Asian
Religion: Muslim
Education: Graduate
Occupation: Being Me
Height: 5"5'
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Love is telling her u want to spend the rest of your life with her. ... To define true love, would be to ruin it's purity, therefore, It has no definition.
Love. Love is the greatest gift God ever gave man. Love is not wanting to go anywhere without her. Love is not caring what other people think about the two of you. Love is when you feel depressed and sickly when you're not with her. You feel like your life has no meaning or purpose without her. And that if she wasn't holding your hand you would float away to heaven from where she came. Love is caring for her physically and emotionally. It's telling her everyday, anytime, anywhere, anyhow, for no just reason that you love her. Love is telling her u want to spend the rest of your life with her. Love is wanting to marry her even tho ya'll haven't been dating that long. That you would do anything and everything for her. It's the feeling that you would give up everything just to see her smile or look into her beautiful eyes or hear her soft, soothing voice. Love is pure happiness. Love is the feeling you get when all you have to do is think of her and it brings a smile to your face and a yourning to your heart. Love is not being able to think about nething but her. Love is having the sweetest dreams about her and waking up with a smile on ur face. Love is an overwelming feeling of pure bliss when the 2 of u kiss. Love is wanting to hold her in ur arms till the end of time. Love is wishing ur time with her never ends, that your lips would be locked together forever, that she'd be in ur arms till the end of time, that u could cuddle with her for all of eternity. Love is being helplessy and deeply in love with her and knowing your love for her and your feelings for her will never change/end. Love is the world, the world is love, and she is the world to me... The unconditional feeling that you feel for another person. You don't have reasons for loving, you just do. Even if the feeling isn't mutual. The feeling that inspires, that revives, sometimes even hurts. Age, Looks, Social Status, What others think doesn't matter. The sometimes ecstatic, sometimes excruciating blessing from heaven.
My Name is,Samira and, I go by,Willow, I'm 30 year old a girl just making it through life one day at a time. I live in,Usa & Uae for health reason's.. I love it here because their is so much to do and see and the country is beautiful.Only one can see this threw their eye's..Innocent, Shy & Pure is my middle name. Ok, here's what you need 2 know. I'm opinionated and I'm random. And when I dream, I dream, Family life.
Never think of life as a destination. Country: ?
Occupation: Being me, USA Home? Im entirely, ALLERGIC to BULLSH!!T... So if you are here to spread it take it and spread it all over somewhere else not in my tag account.. Laterzzzz.
TURN OFF'S
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon, I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrows,if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of future pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from god's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,weary and bruised to the bone,and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,and if you truly like the company you keep in the quiet empty moments.
