I love you so much that sometimes even I can not say where it came from so much love, how can I be jealous of something that never belonged to me? From someone who was never mine? Longer the only truth is that I cry at the thought of losing you, I want you every minute, every second, is you, only you, that completes me and makes me laugh, it's only you that makes me happy. I get nervous when they play on his name, gives me a lump in my throat, and nobody can tell me what I'm feeling more tell me if this is not love, what else can it be?
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