The person I love is not my lover.
Love is painful for those who take the initiative.
After being hurt once, when can you find your own love?
I believe that happiness does not come from not working hard enough, but that someone needs to understand my tenderness.
Being gentle with her doesn't mean loving her, but falling in love with her means being immersed in that tenderness.
A real life exists in illusion.
You can be gentle to everyone, but only love to you.
And you? Do you feel my love?
HE. Dedicated article.
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