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Love , illusion or reality? Does it truly exist the way we seek it, or are we blind to see it, closing our hearts wounded from before? The quiet and gentle one, which is built slowly , not bursting like a weed, just passion until it fades away. The one that slowly connects two souls, the one that is there when it hurts the most. When you are there despite everything and everyone, when you love with your whole being. When two grow into one.

I want a love that stays, not one that screams. I want to be someone’s choice every day, and I want to choose him too.