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And, I realize that I am deadly in love, for the first time of my life.

It doesn't matter if it's meant, if it's the best.

I don't want to understand him. I don't understand him either. I fall for people who are radically complex and different from me.

He thinks that I don't have a clue about his being.

Still we desire each other. We have memory of romantic love we knew and tasted in each other for the first time of our lives.

Why are we in love?

I don't know!!