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XY: Colors of a young summer, waves, elfic spices, woods, green grass, fresh and warm youth love. I am a man, with an open heart for her, and the idea of strength, preciousness and a humble redemption impacts us with a different heart beat.
I think "it's her", and that weakens me, as a more intense pulse on my heart. A true hot shiver on knowing that I was exactly with the one I intent to be. And even to me, the honesty of my feelings was impressive.