There are only two kinds of love stories.
Boy loses girl and girl loses boy. That’s all there is.
Somebody always gets left behind.
You try to avoid that, you’ll end up an old man toastin’ yourself with eggnog in the mirror on Christmas Eve. You’ll end up dying in your own arms.
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Autumn in New York
Credits: Dongwan’s Naver blog + Absolut Shinhwa
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