Maybe, love is like this. It was wishful thinking at the beginning, but over time, it turned into love...
Maybe, love is like this. After years of being together, there is no reality that comes from "reality"...
Maybe, love is like this, it can fall in love at first sight, it can be wishful thinking, it can last for a long time, it can be mutual support, but in the end it cannot compete with time... In the wasted years, in the temper of reality, love is like a beautiful and good-smelling soap. In the river of time, it eventually becomes smaller and lighter, becomes a bubble, and disappears again...
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