Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence. The hours look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
“i love you more.”
“you can’t love me more.”
“and why not?”
“because i can’t love you less.”
“i love you too.”
“i love you more.”
“you can’t love me more.”
“and why not?”
“because i can’t love you less.”
(still having good time..i hope)
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