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_ойдо_ на _амино, за_о_о ___ада_, _е никой не ме оби_а. _ дне_, п_ед железни_ к____ го_е, за п__в п__ в живо_а _и _е зами_ли_ колко болезнено ___бва да е за _ог, _е ние не _о оби_аме.

Nothing you love is left behind. You come back to it once you understand it, once you see its essence as it is: pure and flawless - once you refuse to define your life without it. Look into yourself. The only thing you regret in the end is falling for someone's definition of love instead of exploring its infinite potential. It is not saying "I love you" to people who should have heard it from you. There is no flaw in love.