I don't love.I love the idea of love.I love the premise of perfection it represents.I love the idea of the perfect ying to your yang, the perfect mate.I know this isn't real, it's chemistry.But I can't help myself falling.
I don't want sex.I don't want the garbage that comes with it.I just want love.What am I
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