what is love? No one can define it, no one can tell the truth, so it can only be regarded as the true image of love through abstract imagination and thousands of concrete and different intimate expressions and lingering kisses. When you doubt, love is actually not bad. A disgusting structure buried deep in thousands of lies, and when you pretend to believe it, love is a holy and grand ceremony.
When I love you, I can’t say it clearly, and when I don’t love you, I’m still speechless. Any attempt to describe how wonderful love is, is actually an experience of self and an opportunity to deceive myself and the world. You rejoice, you enjoy love, and you struggle, you hate love.
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