The sun smiled back at me, the white clouds seemed to be the jewels of the blue sky that stretched like a plain roll of paper. What a sunny day! It was as perfect as what I felt about love. The Love I felt was an action, because precious words and even just a beautiful writing about love were bullshit. Every single person felt the beauty of love. But, everyone had their own way to love. It had been almost a year to pass every single day with him. The points were, he was the first one who had made me feel what love was, the first one who used to be by my side, and the one and only a man who had made me feel, something!
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