What love means…

After all, I didn’t start a family in order to be told: ’’Take a taxi’’, ’’Don’t disturb me,’’ ’’Don’t touch me,’’ ’’Do it yourself, it’s simple.’’ I created a family because I want to have someone who will wait for me at the arrival hall and look for me among the crowd.

Perhaps those who are too lazy to meet, to listen, to comfort and to please their loved ones, have stopped loving them at all. Or, maybe, they have never known that feeling.



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