When I met her at the beginning of love, I had a lifetime of "love" and waited for a lifetime;
on the other hand, the same encounter was just an imaginary when the marriage was no longer happy, and became the madness at the end of the day.
He loved her, but at the same time had a deep or shallow physical relationship with 622 women, and finally lay down with her until he was in his 70s;
she rejected him, but kept his letters and letters all her life. In the photo, she said that he was not a person, but a shadow, because she knew that he loved her, so she confidently enjoyed his "company".
Is this a love story? Who is the love story with whom?
Suddenly I feel that love is like cholera, who knows.
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