You said you were willing to walk through the quagmire of saliva and love for me, and you just begged me not to give up.
You said you can live comfortably without me, but it's definitely not as exciting as having me.
You said that when you see a figure similar to mine, you can't help but follow me, without asking what's ahead and forgetting where you came from.
You said...
If all "you said" are just my assumptions, how should we continue on this road?
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