What exactly is love?
Is it the years of supporting each other or a momentary heartbeat?
Is it the sweet dream of youth or the clumsy sincerity?
Is it the haziness that is tangible and intangible? Or is it getting what you want under layers of calculations?
The love between Zoe Olinu and Magda Ellenstein was like a plague called love. They were caught off guard and everyone was tortured by this plague and became inhuman.
Should you leave or continue to hide this disgraceful love history?
Should I muster up the courage to confess, or should I walk away?
"The only purpose of love is to make people suffer sweetly."
Purpose: How to be an upright person