Intro

What is love to you?
To me, love is [?]. Fantasy. When we're young we dream about its stain, its [?], its destination [?]. This feeling of beauty, [?]. Or aknowledge coming from a completely stranger at time. At least this is what to be feeling like when imagine faiths, haha. That's why it becomes dangerous. And if, if we somehow find it and damage it and leave the scar, like a permanent [?]. 'Cause in reality the most of us will never reach it, it's all a lie. But love is evеrything and everything is love