When you are betrayed in your first love; all the latter loves seem suspicious.

It is neutral if you go under spell in your first love; but if it happens for a second time you have mistaken love with something else.

I love the words, because they love me too.

When you come to love; all calculations seem to be wrong.

Sometime I wish if I were from Mars, because no one loves me here.

Love is a matter of proximity.