I often think that maybe love is the most unreasonable thing in the world. Sometimes it comes and goes, and sometimes it takes root easily.
The person I love does not love me, and I do not love the person who loves me. If I am too persistent, I will easily ignore the happiness in front of me.
Do you know what the hottest thing in the world is?
Not a flame,
But the residual warmth of love...
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