ใ คโ โDevrais-je, Retomber amoureux? No Such Thing As Love, It's Fantasy..
For me, love is something that is ephemeral because it has no form, cannot be held and promises are so easy to break. No one can be trusted in love. Even if your partner say they won't leave you, they will still leave you whether because they are with someone else or whatever. What is clear is that I am comfortable with myself, without a partner, without a dramatic love that will never end.
ใ คโฒ INK ้ป่ฒ็ใ โณ ๏ผ Pen strokes that form a ใ คใ คsimple poem, like raysใ ค&.ใ คshadows ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คthat form a story...ใ คใ คใ ค๐ ใ ค ใ คใ คโSitting in the garden with the wind ใ คใ คโblowing strong, gently greeting the ใ คใ คโface. The leaves on the twigs of the ใ คใ คโtree move here and there gaiement. โ | 1990โ ่ฏใ๐ An ancient book on his lap, with a black pen flanking his finger. โโ [ ๐ฒ ]
๐ฒ.. CHP II. His hands dance classic on his ancient book, to write a beautiful poetry writing (Estโ1990โs... ) Stanza after stanza he wrote neatly in his book, with a glass of coffee beside him as a complement to this beautiful writing.
