When you have too many sentences or love it, you don’t understand much. You are a little confidant, a little friend, an interesting racing love that keeps your gaze blocked. Do not look! He doesn’t want to go, and loving is like a child washing the sugar he left on the ground and eating it again. How dirty can love be? It’s tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss. There is such a thing as forgiveness, there is being forgiven without doing anything to be forgiven. Maybe love is always forgiveness is sexiness, forgive me…