hey, I've been to Cabo Girao; it's in Madeira. as a matter of fact the beach there has this big rocks you can hardly walk on. Still it was nice as I was there all alone.
it's not how many roads you walk, it's the person you are whether a boy, or a young adult, or a mature gent; it's what you are made of, because as we all know there are males who will never fit the definition in question.
Personally I've given the subject some thought lately and I've come to a few conclusions. Love is a process and it is enduring. I don't think it's real unless you know the person well over a period of time, and even then you sometimes realize you don't know them or what they are really capable of. True love is based on a solid foundation, friendship, honesty, integrity, mutual admiration, maturity, frivolity has nothing to do with it unless its withing the context of play and fun. If you know someone well and you still care about them as much, then it is love.
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