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When and how many times have you lost a love? How many times did you throw away the bouquet of flowers, just like me? Your emotions and dreams, when you thought everything was going well, but it all went to hell, just like mine, filled with memories.

When and how much remorse do we feel for what we didn't say, or what we did say, but it's been lost? Remember: love has never gone away, it's never gone out of style.

It seems that love has been lost among words, among poems. Nobody is romantic anymore; nobody gives flowers or poems. Nobody is sentimental anymore, nobody dies for love anymore.

There will be hope. As long as someone breathes, as long as someone thinks more of another person than of themselves, love will continue to triumph.

Author: @DP0604 πŸ–‹οΈ