I believed she'd gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?
I believed she'd gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?
Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.
That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.
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