Mind and body are joined together.

It is as if our live has never exercise or rehearsal or acting before audiences.
Mind is at the matter of fact body, body is at eventually of fact mind.
She loved so many guys and she was loved by so many guys.
In conclusion, coz she was around those circumstance, I loved her so much.
I also loved so many women, either I was loved by so many women.
Thus, I was able to be loved by you and I was able to love you so much as the same from you.

I have some women who I loved but any women I didn’t love than I loved you so much.
Loving someone is loving myself loved by someone and showing loved so pleasured fortune to the partner loved me, and who does everything so easily and naturally is man living in love, or woman living in love.

How does the one hold true love, who regard love as holding a pride to do the duty or exercise the right as if registration of our marriage only with systematic cognition?
Nor, how does that person confirm true love?

True love is mutually feeling so good and mind satisfaction is enough filled with each other.
Thus, with duty or right, true love is never be born.

With those reasons, I loved her so much.
She always did never exercise her love only with duty nor right, so stark.

People ages.
Thus, I’ve aged, she whom I loved and who loved me has also aged.
However, mind has never be changed.
It’s okay.

People someday die.
Then at the dead moment, whether they feel enough satisfaction with the memory of true love acquiring together to somebody and die or not, life for anybody has only its alternative.

Looking at her loved by other guys, I showed her I was so happy and pleased, and I got so pleasured feeling.
And also, she showed me she was so happy I was loved by other women.

Love can be current in a chain.
Love is making mimics as if the original.
All we have to need is only those matters, never bigger than it, nor never smaller than it is the best.

Just there’s a love mind and body we can love, we don’t need nothing but it.
Coz we could never transport anything of matters around own memory engraved on our own body and mind, when we are dead.

In other words, what human-beings are living means that simplicity like that only being here there and everywhere, so valuable either.

How does the one who loves nothing about its simplicity understand truly love?
Only this idea must be the emotion with which I want to be accustomed until I am dead.

I want to tell her I love so much, like next.

Breathe in so many loves and breathe out so many loves.
All I need to you is so. Only with it, I would be feeling so pleasant and feeling to be alive surely.
Then, it is ultimate love letter to you which I could never have to the heaven when I would be dead.
And also, you must be sure to it, if you would never read it, so tidily, at the matter of fact, mind and body unified together into one emotion or feeling so primitive than the language.

Love always flies away.
But simultaneously it is rooted to the ground too.
In other words, it is land and skies, clouds, and sunshine either.
For telling me that thing after meeting you by chance, I thank you now.
Thank you very much for offering me a love.
Then, you, please live your life only in love, I will do so too as if you do.

(Dec. 7th. 2018)

(originally upped at examplewordpresscom1616 at Dec.8th, written at 7th, 2018)