
It doesn’t matter how much you spent. It doesn’t matter how many people worked for you. It doesn’t matter how far you traveled. It doesn’t matter what kind of car you drove. It doesn’t matter who knew your name. It matters how much you loved.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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I HAVE LOVED DEEPLY,EVEN IF IT WASN'T RETURNED,AND I'LL KEEP ON LOVING.
Really? But if you think this way then the world isolates you and calls you mentally deranged. I know because it happened and still is happening to me.
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