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“Que nunca volví a quererte como te quise, en nadie” (Pedro Balbuena in “Tantas veces Pedro” by Alfredo Bryce Echenique).
Definitely by my favourite writer. Love can be so complicated sometimes. And at the end, why do we have to keep on looking and looking for love all the time? Why is it so necessary? I don’t want to sound romantic… I just can’t stand it.
