Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII

Of Love in the Time of Regrets

One of the biggest mistakes is to believe in love like a child, like it is the beginning and the end of the world, of the time, and of you. Especially when is so easy to forget that the stories people tell are usually just that Рstories.

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