when we were young and experimental, she asked me do you have any idea how love works? I replied," when you love someone you love them, you love them through all their moods and changes over time, their worst qualities peaks at nuisance. Their flaws become freckles." And now I don't even know if love exists, if you think you're in love you're really just in pain.. I have loved you for the last time but my thoughts of you never end. Maybe in next life !? If not you'll always be the bright star on my dark days as the star brightens the dark sky. This is not a love story but a story about love.