"I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart. I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure." - Borges In my opinion, love is. I use my weaknesses to impress you, I use my strengths to please you. I put my eyes into your heart. The person who longed for love could not save himself. He looked at her, the origin of which was unclear, and he was already a guest in the game.
Intention: The incomplete soul is the torch pointing the way forward
