Love is inherently a big game of youth. In the end, they all lost. Losing reality, busy, distance, remember velvet, sulking, losing the blame on the cold. We all do not know what tomorrow will be like ...
Although waiting to be hurt, is tormented heart, is tormented memories, but people are waiting, waiting for each other.
Perhaps,
Simply love is like that.
Simply because you can not be otherwise.
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