All the time - all the way

Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Look into your heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all - I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way

‘1+1’ is never equal to ONE

Maths....It is very difficult to count even 1+1=..........It is always 'two' though it should have been ONE.
I think it has to be either 0+1 or 1+0 to be ONE.
That is the best equation....to live and lead someone.
Never question...just accept, obey and be subservient!
He will be happy with you....And then consider you his friend

Long talks..........shortest pauses

She was there for him, but not there actually. He would spend sleepless nights, think endlessly, and reach the same point..........."She is here for me, but not here actually."

Maik has trodden the same troublesome road, and lost in the commotion of emotions. Whither he now?

One moment he will say: "I will never talk about her from now onwards."
Long pause... Then he will say again: "I was thinking in the morning that what will come out of it. And kept on thinking while working." Then he will keep on talking about her.

"I don't want to talk about it any more." Came another assertion. Then for a short while, he will talk about something else with his mind stuck there.

These days he is thinking in two shades all the time and simultaneously. Work he has to do, and love, he cannot live without. Work supports his life, and love sustains his soul, which runs life in his physical existence.

"Do you know her mother called today........" Then he will start talking about his discussion with his would-be mother-in-law, while punctuating the whole talk with his lady's references in far superior affinity than what Bertrand Russell used to do with the punctuation marks. Less of words, more of punctuations, less of other's talk, more of hers.

"Yaar! Chaudhary Sahab! Leave this and lets talk about something else." And we will talk but for how long......shorter than the last sentence.

"How can she remain silent for these number of days?"......... Endless it will go.................Will stop for a short time..............And endless it will be again.......

"Can you tell me.........What is she thinking?" He will embark upon the same journey again....With same thoughts, same words, same feelings, and same resentment... With the same love, never letting himself forget her, forgive her, lose her and reject her.

Still he talks..........And talks to me only.........Never letting others know how the MDM thinks and feels about his life (read love).

Short life......Long talks.....Feeble promises.........Strong will.........He will conquer it all-over again....

As the fate has pre-ordained. Perhaps again........And certainly in certain ways