| The first love story that every human being experiences is the one he lives with his parents | This is what allows us to pass from the love of oneself, when one is still a child, to the love of the other during adult life |
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| These bases can be more or less solid according to the quality of the first relations between parents and children, but what is certain is that throughout life, we seek to find, in his love relations but also friendly, these first feelings of love | Love is magic that heals the spirit and purifies the heart and gives beauty and shine on the face |
But it is also possible that we are victors.
| To love is to try to make up for this lack | True love is to be my self with you as if I am alone• Now, if one finally found them, one would have no "reason" to continue living to seek them |
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| We are crazy about the person we love |
For some, this particularity, which is usually normal, can take on important proportions and turn into an exclusive love of oneself.