The most precious thing in earth isnt love, it's memories.
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I could feel life infusing into me, when I hear Life. When i'm tired, when i'm sick, when I'm sad. It never fails me. Like you. I hope you have found your happiness by now. Sorry that it couldn't be me.
I miss the sea so much. And I ached for it every night. I see the boys on stage, striving hard for their dreams that shine. Because it did, they do too, shine.
When would I ever have the courage to go for it?
I finally know the answer to my long suffering question. What is love? Love is all, but feelings. Love might be patient, unselfish, kind, but maybe not forever. Memories are.