OlyaMolya

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There is nothing worse,  than when you walk alone on the night boulevard,towards loving couples,which hold hands,watch, how they interlace  their fingers, see the gleam in their eyes when they look at each other, and when they start to hug each other in gentle, full of feeling kisses, generally eager to disappear from this place,not to be a witness to all these endearments, which you don't have.
You understand that thee  no one waiting at home to hug and softly whisper: "I love you", your home becomes uncomfortable, so cold and empty, that you don't see sense to return there. You don't need look like perfectly  every night, and in the morning brush up, it makes no sense to dress nice and try to be better than you really are ...

Love fills us with the meaning of life, gives a taste of our life, turning bleak drab existence into a wonderful, presents the world of paint. We all fade without love, like a flower in the desert, unable to survive without water.
That is why love - this is not the meaning of our lives - this is life.

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Please, accept my apologies for spelling mistakes.