In thoughts

A moment I created in my mind while watching "the young pope" series.


"What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found?
Don’t laugh at me, my love. I know it, I’m awkward and naive when it comes to love, and I ask questions straight out of a pop song. This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me, my love. To find or to lose? How do I look? All around me, people don’t stop yearning. Did they lose or did they find? I can’t say.
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In the end, my love, we have no choice. We have to find."