Day after day for two months I asked myself. . . . No, I will not describe the anguish of my expectation and despair. I make no complaint. I love you just as you are, ardent and forgetful, generous an      去书内

  • She loves you more than anybody, but you never did not recognize her, she always waiting for you, and you never go to find her.

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