Love is a disaster, and lovers are the sufferers.
I love you, you love me, there is no mistress involved, there are no natural or man-made disasters, we always miss the HAPPY ENDING when it should be clearly.
If ten years were taken as a cycle, I would always be waiting for you at the end, but you would always try to return to the starting point.
People say: Missing does not mean that you are wrong, but that you have passed.
I always keep in mind...