Letters to "Andy"
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Last published Tue, Feb 11, 2020
So I've read about a random article. And it says people encounter three kinds of love in their lifetime.
First love.
Great love.
Last love.
I'm sure some of you are lucky to have met your great and last love at the same time...
Me. I don't know. But I'm sure there are people like me somewhere, people who's stuck and glued to one person. It's called great love for a reason. The same chapter. Different stories but the same reason. My reason was Andy. What about you? Whos' your "Andy"?!
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