You claim it's not love; it's madness.
Your celebrity may stem from my lunacy.
My bond with you is not going to be broken.
At the very least, be my foe.
When it comes to meeting me, what does notoriety imply?
You can meet me secretly if you don't want to meet me in public.
I don't think I'm my own worst enemy.
What if the stranger is completely smitten with you?
You are who you are as a result of your existence.
If you don't know something, you're ignorant.
Life, on the other hand, goes by in a flash.
There is, however, plenty of opportunities to fall in love.
I'm not interested in a debate about how to keep love alive.
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