I just finished an incredible story for my English class. It was the Gimpel. I loved it! You can Google it if you want. But it says so much about me and my feelings of love right now. My love for that special person is unconditional. Meaning that after people have trampled them down in the mud, I will be there to pick him up. That’s how my love goes.
Love is sacrifice, pain and picking up the one you love from the fire of shame and hate. That’s me. Reading this story has convinced me that my English teacher has provided good books for me to read and learn from.
Seriously...who gives a damn, if I misinterpreted this dellusional saga anyway?! Lifeee...
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