Now there’s no place else, I could be, but here in your arms


I wrote a long post, about love and silly games people play with each other when they pretend to love having no ideas of what they are playing. But I reread it and type this. Why?
Who cares? I just think that all that stuff I wrote was for one aim - I want to say - I'm in love, I belive it is so!
So why I have to talk so much about nothing important?
But there is one thing I have to say: "to fall in love" have nothing in common with "to love", I think.
HelloGoodbye, honey ))
I like to be in love so much, you know! Or maybe it's just sun and summer? ;)

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