Why do we hurt those who love & care us the most?
Why we expect to be understood without expressing ourselves?
Why do we realize their importance once they are no more around?
Why can’t we live with people without whom we can’t live?
Why right looks wrong in their presence and all looks right in their absence?
*This post is dedicated to those lovely people who make my life beautiful and I failed each time to express to them what they mean to me.