The people who laugh the most, have experienced the most pain.
Everybody talks about love, but who really knows what it is?
tell so me, how does it feel , this phenomenon " love "?
Can love something good? Can something be good to me so far has only brought pain ? Why can say you love someone and simultaneously claim that no one knows exactly what love is? And where I want to know if any love is the same? Different types of love were so much more logical than just one. Everyone feels the yet different. But if there are just different kinds of love where I will know whether I'm in love if I do not know this type? And how do I know if it's love if I did not try it? I'm just afraid of all the ... Fear that after everything is broken. Afraid of losing everything. Afraid to lose you ...
Only those who risk going too far will ever know, how far they can go.
Parce que réellement, personne ne sait rien . Natalie
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