I am grown-up, but I am still enthusiastic Towards a pretty love That I missed it long time ago, Love is great and wonderful Anytime and anywhere, I loved in truth, but I had some ugly thorns, I thought love never Alters or shakes, Work distanced me from The one whom I loved, I never complained about love, but Love itself complained from me, I try to float that love By my inner feelings and emotions, I never distanced myself from Whom I loved in truth, My love never dies because It's in my heart running with My pure blood, so I miss my love and that Makes me sad and unhappy.
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missing love is love memories of love love and life u want to fetch sweetness of past in embrace of dream in future / misssing something beautiful is beautiful and human