Because sometimes I run out of things to talk about, a picture will suffice.
From Iman’s camera.
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To confess that you like someone might be done rather off-handedly, awkward at first, and if returned then, all the happier. But if not, then, there remains indifference. To confide love, however, is different such that the burden, the torment of love, weighs on your being, that each step you take is in order to please that someone, to give. One is spent; emotionally, physically, mentally.
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