My beloved, my one and only, my own man. Without You, not only is it hard for me to breathe, but now I can't breathe without You because you have become my air, my oxygen. Without you there is darkness now because you have become my sun, the light of my heaven. Only my hand is in your hand, that's all I need from fate. Just your eyes that look at mine. I am asking for not so much...
Photographer :Yakubov Ruslan
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