In the name of love, do injustice

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I love you, but I don't want to touch you, I don't want to fuck you, I just look at you from a distance and don't speak, I just love you very much.

What the fuck? If you spy on a woman all night and see her watery blooms, her anxiety and fragility, her talent, her underwear. And then couldn't help making a harassing call just to hear her voice?
Is it pathological, is it eccentric, is it love~!
In order to keep her pure, it should be said to prevent her from sleeping with other men, he called the false police.
In order to be able to see her every day, or to be able to appear at her door as a matter of course, he also worked as a dairyman.
In order to be able to see her in person, he came to her counter to collect the remittance, and he issued a fake notice.
The binoculars under the red cotton cloth brought him to her side. This is the way, this is the key, all the exploration and expectation of a 19-year-old young man for love.
Finally got a chance, after he confessed everything to the woman, after the woman's boyfriend beat him up. Finally, there was a formal date, and I went to a cafe to eat ice cream. The boy put his trembling hand on the woman's hand and pointed his hair on his hair. Did he feel that all the skin-to-skin contact stained his feelings? Should he just look at you with clear eyes.
The woman said, if we can catch the bus tonight, you will come home with me. The door was closed before they arrived, but after driving five meters out of the station, the car stopped and the door opened~!
In this way, the woman teases in every possible way, just wanting to tell him that sex is indispensable and the most direct way to express love. The boy in the suit and tie stroking the woman's thigh with his trembling hand, just stroking it, has made him reach a climax. This is pure incomparable from lust, just touch the silky smooth skin, full of vitality and firm skin, you can get comfort, and none of us are hurt. But the boy was so stubborn that he had stained love, it was not the noble and pure love he wanted, he stained it like he stained his underwear. Shame, shame, the ideal love is castrated love~!


This is the first time a woman has encountered such pure love. She doesn't know what he is using to love her, using his thoughts? With spirit? With fantasy or with the mind. But she understands that these are unreliable, the mind or the brain has been tempted by the outside world, and what she sees and hears is her alienated self. Only desire is the most primitive and real, as unquestionable as virginity. So she wants sex, a man who doesn't want to fuck her doesn't love her, whether he loves her soul or not, desire never lies. This is her logic! But she was drawn to the young man's puritanical emotional way, she was disturbed, she was infatuated, she was curious, and when she tried to stroke the boy's injured wrist, she was stopped by the other hand, it was the boy The hand of the hostess's landlady. Her son also peeped at this woman. He told the secret to the boy who had just moved into the apartment, and then went to Syria, and told the boy to continue peeping and communicate with each other.
I suddenly felt that this woman was gang-raped. If a person did this, it might be poetic beauty, a stroke of genius. However, when two people do this, they feel that this is a dirty and anti-moral act.

Perhaps, we all insult and depreciate love, women and men, we all do crazy and perverted things, and we don't bother to do reasonable things. In the name of love, do injustice.

"Love Short Film", watch it with your lover, not for comforting love, but for mutual self-examination tacitly~!

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  • Magda: Why are you peeping at me?

    Tomek: Because I love you. I really do.

    Magda: And what do you want?

    Tomek: I don't know.

    Magda: Do you want to kiss me?

    Tomek: No.

    Magda: Perhaps you want to make love to me?

    Tomek: No.

    Magda: Want to go away with me? To the lakes, or to Budapest?

    Tomek: No.

    Magda: So what do you want?

    Tomek: Nothing.

    Magda: Nothing?

    Tomek: Yes.