I have witnessed how love, thought such unshakable storm of three styles, but then when the tree leaves are venting then let go as well. I have witnessed how people love each other, given the seemingly endless love, that's it then, still the sweet words, but is said to come later. The world still love each other like that. Immense love are also fragile. People paying for it, cry laugh because of it, but people also forget it, fast.Ultimately in love has thousands of stories could not explain. Sometimes I fret that suddenly, are we being too hasty?Is it because wanted to escape loneliness, fear the blank cover, or too mesmerizing her feeling loved and was loved, that there we consent to live in love, which again is not to love?
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