Love is like a butterfly with many lives, fragile than an egg, one bad advice your love is gone, having love it's like acquiring taste, cheerfully I wanna dine in mine, and unstrip the evil of the world, in search as if I have a free trial of love.
Love it's like a long ride with windows rolled down and observation of nature along the way, another journey of discovering possibilities, learning to share your life with someone you care about.
An excavation of affection to another, it's not about perfection but what occurs after fault, the little things count the most, patterns of love are longer than all the languages in the world, it's more of a blind stroke.
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