Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

Natalie Babbitt
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
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You don't need to complicate things when it comes to love. Just be yourself and be honest with the person you're in love with. Even if he or she doesn't like everything about you, they'll still love you for who you are.

Source: Tuck Everlasting

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