Sometimes it's like a bright star in night skies, brilliant till it falls to earth-and dies. But still those bits of shattered stardust in the air, are searched and begged for-everywhere. Love isn't like a fruit-sweetest when it's new. It is forever bright and fresh-if it's love that's true. ♥♥♥♥♥♥
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