The real me

You love, you often have no choice;

Love you, more often than not you love;

The most long-term, but why do not you love is not love you,

Only in the most appropriate time to the man.

The face of a man accustomed to all,

I do not know in the end go nuts.

Sometimes I can be happy and speak to everyone

Can be very presumptuous,

But no one knows,

But that is disguised, it is deliberately disguised;

I can allow myself to be very very happy,

But it can not find the source of happiness, just giggle.

Can gradually build is not love, but the habit.

Can get over time, not feeling it moving.

Therefore love is the gift of the moment,

Conversely, real love and marriage is not the same thing,

Not all love to be married,

Not all marriage have a love.