shayarisms4lovers June18 59 - 50 Love Quotes To Send To Your Boyfriend To Make Him Feel Special

50 Love Quotes To Send To Your Boyfriend To Make Him Feel Special

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Boyfriends like the sappy stuff too, believe it or not.

What do you think of when you hear the word ‘boyfriend?’ Is it just a concept to you, or maybe it’s a person you know? It could even be your own boyfriend. You get to have an individual all to yourself that’s special to you alone.

If you’re one of the lucky few that are in a relationship, then this one’s for you.

I believe that no matter the relationship dynamic, roles and responsibilities should be divided equally. It shouldn’t be just the boyfriend paying for everything and it shouldn’t be just the girlfriend initiating physical contact. It’s an effort that requires both sides to pull their weight. An unbalanced relationship is doomed to fail.

Being the guy that I am, I obviously am not qualified to speak from the girlfriend’s perspective. But I can say what a boyfriend should be.

He should be someone who’s kind when you need him to be, one who’s willing to do the things you want to do and he should be someone that cherishes you and the time you spend together. That might sound a little storybook, but that’s the way I think it should be.

But even if your relationship isn’t exactly like that, there’s one component that needs to be there that no one can deny: love. Without love, the whole thing’s just going to feel shallow and empty. But, I think sometimes even when you know you need love, it kind of gets pushed to the side. It’s not like that’s done intentionally of course. Life happens and as they say, the spark can fade.

Sometimes guys need a little reminding about how a relationship should be and the effort that they should be putting in. And even if they don’t, adding in more romance never hurt anyone. So whether you’re looking for a jumpstart or just another, romantic way to tell your boyfriend how much you love him, here are the best love quotes for boyfriends (and husbands) that say “I love you” in 50 different ways.

1. How does he make your heart race?

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or just by staring into space.” –Marilyn Monroe

2. He’s a part of you through love.

“Love is a portion of the soul

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shayarisms4lovers June18 84 - LOST LOVE


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20th April 1994, 12:10 pm Shimla, India

I was ten past twelve and the school was to get over in another five minutes. In spite of my preoccupation with my thoughts I could clearly listen to the soft bell which indicated the end of a half day, Saturday at “The Kendriya Vidyalay”.

Boys and girls, dressed in their blue uniforms came out buzzing like bees. My eyes were searching for someone. It was cloudy after a heavy morning downpour. The mist, covering the entire valley, seemed like an ocean of water. Most of the students had come out, but my eyes still looking for her. The buzzing had diluted. What in the world was taking her so long? Maybe she had been caught up with some work; or maybe she was busy talking to friends; or maybe she was oblivious of my presence or maybe she had changed her mind after what had happened in the thunderous morning. 

20th April 1994 7:15 am

I was searching for the car keys, when my brother said “You won’t find them, until you tell me why you need them?”

Had it not been for shortage of time I would have I dealt with him differently; instead I said “Maybe some other day bro, right now I’m in a hurry.”

“But you can’t go on a scooter, it’s raining heavily”

Yes it was raining heavily but I preferred the scooter than telling him why I needed the car? What else could I do? Wait! I could take Sachin’s car, my friend and neighbor, but he was a late riser and may not open the door. In that case I would have to come back empty handed. Moreover, I didn’t want him to distract from his dreams or I was escaping his probing questions. It was seven twenty nine already, and I could not afford any more delays. So my only option was my loyal LML; a Vespa scooter which had been just recently passed on to me, from my elder brother, of course,  who in turn got his hands on a brand new M800, which under no circumstances he intend to share with me.

It was raining cats and dogs. I slid in my two piece raincoat. The engine came to life with the very first kick. Without waiting for the engine to warm up I turned my left wrist upwards to engage the …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 79 - Irresistable attraction

Irresistable attraction

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Excerpt: Listen to me. I love you so much. I will marry you off with the best natured man and you will be ever happy.

Irresistible attraction

I ran and ran over the late night city of Delhi and hid myself in a trash barrel.  Two men passing by the lane unfortunately seem to have noticed me.  One of them came nearer “hey Little girl, what are you doing in that garbage bin at this late hour? ” He looks around in disdain and his piercing grey eyes land back on me. I pull my orbs down and looked at my sky blue evening ball gown which is now reduced to a rag.

A few hours ago…

“Wake up Angel, don’t you remember today is your birthday and you have to distribute sweets in your school?”

My mom beamed through the entrance.  I slid the covers out of my head and jumped out of my bed in a stretch.  Yay! Today is my birthday.  I dressed in my most favourite dress which I and my dad brought two days ago.  Seeing more of princess movies, it’s my dream to dress like a princess and I brought the most elegant evening ball gown.

I went down the stairs to catch my dad immersed in the news paper in his hands.  He saw me out the paper and instantly the corners of his lip twitch upwards.  “Baby Girl, wish you a very happy birthday” he wishes me with a smile.  He holds my soft little hands in his large ones and instantly a feeling of warmness touches my heart. After a few seconds he gets a ring, speaks to somebody on his phone and instantly his emotions change.

Immediately I was pushed into a bullet proof room “baby girl, no matter what you hear, never come out of this room.” 

He cautions me staring with his blood shot eyes. In a few minutes I could hear gunshots being fired like a never ending rain.  After some time the sounds of bullets calm down. With trembling legs, I come out of my hiding and see the silhouette of the person who is responsible to make my life a disaster.  I take the gun from the top drawers of my father’s desk where I know rested a revolver and abruptly fire multiple shots at the slayer who made my life a catastrophe.

At the

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