'What do you think about my soulmate?'
'Me? I guess he's ok!'
'Oh dear! You're my crazy! Tell me more!'
'Let me see. He's a peacock. He told me he was broke.'
'It was pink, now it's grey. Let me find another one.'
'But they are all peacocks! And if they ain't broke then they can't love!'
'This is an abstract subject. Love. What does it mean? To be there for the other all the time, to share your weaknesses, your worst disease and your pills with him, to give him your most precious key, the one to yuor closet, to adore his defects, to appreciate what you don't like about him, to hate his qualities, to feed him with your MC food when he is hungry?'
'You are insane my friend! Love is not like this. Love is like a flower, which grows bigger and bigger everyday!'
'Maybe for you but I'm different! For me love comes and goes just like a summer rain! Love at the beginning, strong feelings and hapiness then I get bored and I pick another peacock! When my neighbours go shopping in the morning I love my baby, when my mum comes home in the afternoon from work I go for a walk with my new love and then in the evening when everyone walks the dogs in the park, the moon and stars catch my eye and I leave my boy for another one!'
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