At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
Account of Love gave me several results, and its amazing:a. When man doesn__ make time to talk to woman, woman feels man is not caring her.b. When woman doesn__ make time to talk to man, man need to understand her problem.c. When man makes mistake he had to give clarifications by speaking truth or even lying. d. When woman makes mistake mad had to accept all excuses given by woman.e. When man suffers, most of the time he had to accept whatever happens.f. When woman suffers, man had to make woman happy by doing anything possibleg. When love ends man need to hide all the tears as he feels he is strong.h. When love ends woman uses tears to blame the man for all the mistakes.
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Account of Love gave me several results, and its amazing:a. When man doesn__ make time to talk to woman, woman feels man is not caring her.b. When woman doesn__ make time to talk to man, man need to understand her problem.c. When man makes mistake he had to give clarifications by speaking truth or even lying. d. When woman makes mistake mad had to accept all excuses given by woman.e. When man suffers, most of the time he had to accept whatever happens.f. When woman suffers, man had to make woman happy by doing anything possibleg. When love ends man need to hide all the tears as he feels he is strong.h. When love ends woman uses tears to blame the man for all the mistakes.
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