I am speaking about some experience of my own.
Does Love die?
There was this article I was reading.
What does a romantic date look like?
It was written on this tea bag.
True love can not be rejected
The tears that fell on my pillow were soft.
Is there love in Lisbon?
The love for a city is perhaps something a bit unknown.
Love in a message bottle
I felt something for you, is all there is left for me to say.
Is love a hedonistic pleasure?
‘What is this thing with hedonism?’ I asked him.
Cheating as a form of love
I think I came to a point of no return, where I left the way I did.
Is Love something we give up easily?
‘What had I just done?’
Is this love I am feeling?
I was thinking.