At the age of thirty-two, I spend half my time liking someone, and then live in endless waiting.
When I met you at the age of thirty-two, you said, I am the special little sun sent to you by God. I will treat you well, like you, love you, give you sunshine, and give you wind and rain. You just need to love me.
So, if I love you, you will stay with me from the age of thirty-two until you are gray-haired.
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