The less you open your heart, the more your heart suffers.

The less you open your heart, the more your heart suffers.

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When people get suspicious, trust disappears.

One love, one heart, one destiny.

“The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.”

Plato

She loves me or not but I love her a lot.

First love is a tapestry woven with threads of affection and care.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.

Charles Perkhurst

When people get suspicious, trust disappears.

One love, one heart, one destiny.

“The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.”

Plato

She loves me or not but I love her a lot.

First love is a tapestry woven with threads of affection and care.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.

Charles Perkhurst