I’ve waited for you. All of my life. But, do I understand? I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you don’t understand. I understand you never wait me.
What is love? No, that is not my question. How is love? That is the question. Are we on a same frequency in interpreting a love? Are we on a same road in viewing a love? I am not sure. Then, tomorrow we never know.
I looked for you though you didn’t. Now, What am I supposed to get? Or again, I walk? Looking for an oasis? Love is just a question. We never agree what her color is or how she works for. But maybe one day we will agree that love is a dignity, grandour. There, love is just like a lady. Full of concord, not just a play or puzzles. Everyone must understand it. Everyone should respect her.
Oh my God, my loony God. You have to be kidding me. You think I really exaggerate? Haha. Ya, I think so. Bonjour, Amour.
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