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And it was so tremendous to see that smile, I could feel myself glowing, I somehow felt beautiful, and cut

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

On the eighth day of the rest of my life, I began to wonder if this was really the rest of my life or just a continuation of the same one.

First it is heartbreaking, and I start to cry. But crying is a habit

Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

. If he saw me, I would live. Look up, look up, look up. He raised his eyes, as if it were his own idea, and I waved.

What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy.

My book was a long glove clasping the dark shape I had loved.

There was a horrible longing inside this love.

doesn’t really feel like driving when you don’t know where you’re going.