u/purpleclaw1115

Jab khuda ne khud pucha

Mang le jo chahiye

Tab mene socha aesa ky mang lu?

Zamin mang lu , aasam mang lu ?

Ya sara ka sara jahan mang lu ?

Mang lu koi ek khwahish,

Ya phir sab kuch sath mang lu ?

Mang lu jo khwaab kbhi dekha tha ?

Ya vo yaado ki bahar mang lu ?

Naam mang lu ?

Kam mang lu?

Besumar dulat ?

Ya khud bhagwan mang lu ?

Mang lu vo jo bichad gya ?

Ya phir dhokebaazo se intekam mang lu ?

Zindagi ki sari khushiya mang lu ?

Ya sukh , chain , aaram mang lu ?

Har raat ke liye ek naya chand mang lu ?

Ya phir ek baar phli mulakat mang lu?

Har us haar ki jeet mang lu ?

Ya bina lade hi Zindagi ki sari sikh mang lu?

Bahut socha par kuch smjh na aaya

Pta hai phir mene ky manga....

Tumhe !

Maybe we don't actually fall in love with people. Maybe we fall in love with who we become around them.

I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm not even sure if it makes sense.

Every person brings out a different version of us. With someone, we might become softer. With someone else, more confident, more carefree, more expressive, or just more like ourselves.

And maybe sometimes, what we call love is actually our attachment to that version of ourselves.

Maybe that's also why people sometimes leave someone when they find another person who brings out a version of them they like more. It doesn't necessarily mean the first person meant nothing. Maybe they just became attached to a different version of themselves.

And when that person is gone, you can still miss them—not necessarily because you want them back, but because you miss who you were when you were with them.

Maybe that's why some people stay in our memories for years.

We don't just remember them.

We remember who we were with them.

Maybe love isn't always “I love you.”

Maybe sometimes it's “I love who I am when I'm with you.”