Åh ljug! Ljug och kyss mig hårt en sista gång
Inga röda ögon, låt oss ta oss för vad vi var
Världens bästa jävla flirt och sommarens sista smak
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"She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn’t going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at."
Ann Brashares
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"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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