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Ты будешь для меня больше, чем просто любовью всей моей жизни; ты будешь моей второй дочерью после нашей дочери. В моих глазах ты всегда будешь моим ребенком, и я надеюсь построить свою жизнь вместе с тобой. Таков смысл жизни. 🤍
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Давай прогуляемся, послушаем музыку, разделим общее чувство и сделаем несколько фотографий на память. Возможно, это перерастет из дружбы в узы неразлучных родственных душ.
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Пусть любит кого хочет; она думает, что я беспризорник, а не её возлюбленный. Надеюсь, она будет счастлива и без любвиВозможно, это лучше, чем моя любовь к ней.🩶🖤
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a girl who doesn't get jealous is suspicious. when she gets jealous, you must die for her .
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Don't worry, even if you see life stolen and the years of love orphaned. Don't worry if you see the one you love leave and your love remains veiled. Don't worry, no matter how long you live, a smile will surely grace your lips. Don't worry, you will surely embrace him with the warmth of your eyes; blood will not remain cold on the day of reckoning. And he who didn't desire your height will walk with you tomorrow, needing your shade and returning as a burden. The beauty of the palm tree is that every season it distributes its clusters, and it never escapes the hardship. And the beauty of the earth is that when it is trodden upon, it bestows upon creation bounties that cannot be gathered. The bucket spent its life buried, but the one with the virtue lived and was carried.
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“I never imagined that peace could feel this beautiful. I spent so long believing I was made for chaos—that I could never belong to quiet mornings, familiar streets, or a life that asked nothing of me except to stay. Then you arrived, and somehow the ordinary became extraordinary. Home stopped being a place and became the space between your heartbeat and mine. I am still untamed, still carrying storms beneath my skin, and you are still as free as the wind while I drift like water toward you. Yet together, we have turned the impossible into something gentle. If love has taught me anything, it’s that forever isn’t built from grand moments—it grows quietly, in the simple days we choose each other again and again.”
