Those things that were loved

I believe that many people’s love is slowly flattened by vigor. There were a lot of brushes with each other, sad to lose, but fortunately, we loved.

For us, love means that from now on there is someone who is willing to give everything for you. Lovers are also relatives, accompanying them through time and to the end of life. It’s nice to have you there. Worth a thousand words. I think companionship is an extension of love.

Liking someone and loving someone only know the difference when you have experienced it. Being loved is a touch, liking people is a matter of heart, an unspeakable secret. I loved, and I still love. I liked it, but I never said it. Fate is a wonderful thing, it can bring two unrelated people together, grind each other and torture each other for a lifetime.

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