Maybe I love him, I believe I love him. The more I know the word love, the more I love him. Who can know? I always thought I'd feel the love before it came, but the only thing I knew was that I couldn't love him enough. I want to be with him every second of my life, but when I am with him, it's still not enough. I want to look at him, caress him, feel his caress, I think we are together all the time, 3,628,800 seconds.
You must forgive us for everything, and then we will be happiest. If our lives bring pain, we will weep together and be blessed.
Let's be two children, two young men, not obsessed with anything, but curious about everything. Lying weakly under the lush rhizomes, not knowing that he had been forgiven.
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