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And she said looking into his eyes," Well, You see,the things that I love will always be my favourite, whether it's a song,or person or movie or emotion or word, it will always be my favourite thing no matter what they do to me. Here take my word,I will always love them as long as I'm alive." "Oh, so I wonder whether you love yourself ?", he asked with a smile. She continued to look into his eyes and said, "Now that I think of it , yeah, I do .But I didn't. I don't know but something prevented me from loving myself. But now I can say this to you as I assured I love me and I will always be my favourite no matter what my fate turns out to be.The past , present or future , it doesn't matter me anymore. All that I know is l'm my favourite and I love the things that I love , afterall it's the thing called love that holds all of us together." She bid him bye and left the corridor where he stood still looking at, as she walked away.

A.C

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