How come that you manage to sneak back in my life? O Fortuna velut luna. Every time I manage to scape from you, you reappear in one way or another to remind why I love you so much. You are not longer one being... now you are an ideal... you always were... and you found me. You are like the moon... always changing, always growing, always disappearing.
I love you.
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