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.
Is breaking up something to consider the other?
A message on my phone I saw coming in.
Was it Love?
A guy I met for a long time in a coffee place.