I can finally write about them; same-sex, teachers and students, and love. The feeling of guilt that I have always had is a bit depressing, and the pale color of the sculpture carrying the cross makes me feel that this winter is even colder.
I like them. When the music plays, the confession in the song, the teacher who leaves, and the rain drops on the eaves, I feel that people are about to collapse. After all, I just can't bear it anymore. Desire strikes; will the soul be together?
Before you do it, you think about whether it is the right thing to do. I don't know if this is right. All this is wrong. Dogma, rules, gossip, so what? Love is love, love is love, love is love... just like in the song. You will find me waiting for you.
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