The most beautiful love always opens in the most painful place ----- the heart
Only now do I realize that in addition to continuing our lives, the heart seems to be destined to live forever.
It must be harmed, perhaps in nature. Compared to tiny creatures such as insects, snakes, and ants.
I am much more fragile. Perhaps it is the fierceness of love that forces us to reach that point of embarrassment and suffocation.
The point of interest.
Love makes me worthless. Love makes me have to escape from the past. What can hate do to free me?