a/n : i am sorry for how long it took me to write
another chapter i just forgot about this fic but
here is another chapter
and yes i am sure that Amsterdam is not like this
but in this fic Amsterdam is like it is in a lot
of movies.
“oooh my good I am not sleeping on that”
Cuddy کہا when she walked in to the room
and saw the single bed, it was an old bedcot.
“well i of course cant because of my leg so…”
House کہا and looked at wilson
“fine i´ll sleep there“ wilson کہا frustrated.
After they had changed into other clothes,, of
course in private they all went downstairs for
the first lecture. After the lecture they decided
to go for a walk and get something to eat.
“wow House now I see why آپ insisted to go on
this street” Cuddy کہا as the walked down a
سٹریٹ, گلی full of those houses with naked girls in
the windows.
“yeah this is awesome“ house کہا
“oooh and سے طرف کی the way Wilson آپ can thank me
later for google-ing all the best places in
Amsterdam” he whispered to Wilson.
“house!” Wilson کہا blushing
“what did he say to you?” Cuddy asked curios
about what House کہا to Wilson to make him blush
like that.
“nothing just man stuff” House کہا before Wilson
could say anything.
another chapter i just forgot about this fic but
here is another chapter
and yes i am sure that Amsterdam is not like this
but in this fic Amsterdam is like it is in a lot
of movies.
“oooh my good I am not sleeping on that”
Cuddy کہا when she walked in to the room
and saw the single bed, it was an old bedcot.
“well i of course cant because of my leg so…”
House کہا and looked at wilson
“fine i´ll sleep there“ wilson کہا frustrated.
After they had changed into other clothes,, of
course in private they all went downstairs for
the first lecture. After the lecture they decided
to go for a walk and get something to eat.
“wow House now I see why آپ insisted to go on
this street” Cuddy کہا as the walked down a
سٹریٹ, گلی full of those houses with naked girls in
the windows.
“yeah this is awesome“ house کہا
“oooh and سے طرف کی the way Wilson آپ can thank me
later for google-ing all the best places in
Amsterdam” he whispered to Wilson.
“house!” Wilson کہا blushing
“what did he say to you?” Cuddy asked curios
about what House کہا to Wilson to make him blush
like that.
“nothing just man stuff” House کہا before Wilson
could say anything.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when آپ are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older آپ get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today سے طرف کی commercialisation from American فلمیں and ویژن ٹیلی commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we تبصرہ and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.