I fell alone. Behind my beautiful life. In fact, he was not my true lover. He was a lover who changed in time.
Everything was fine with our love stories. But as much as I trusted and respected him, he wasn't really at heart like I thought he was.
Love is a nude photo. I'm probably incomplete on his love list today because it's not for me. Love means that the body is hungry.
For me, it was all natural because they weren't.
He didn't think that. Love is incomplete without desire. And without desire, you never get a copy of anything you do. I wanted a copy of life from him. But he wants some time from me. The time that is short is only bad and gentle
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