Love is an elusive thing.
The person you thought you loved for so many years is actually just a phantom to you;
The person you thought you just met is actually the person you have already fallen in love with.
Well, if you don't understand it, don't understand it. Anyway, the minimum IQ of a person is infinite... (Eh!)
What is reflected between the pupils is your and my universe!
Ps This is the product of unscrupulousness. I am an aunt who has no heart for girls or love, only the heart of an uncle.
What kind of girly literature is pink and heart-pounding, and can it be eaten (ugh!)
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