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Someone has told me that waiting is probably the most amazing thing someone can give to his love because he evades the possibility of crying: that unhappy moment in which someone curls down and sobs at the corner of his lonely world. But all is pristine when someone gets patient waiting that crying will be nothing but a strange and an unfamiliar thing to do. That, I guess is the magic of someone’s preeminent ignorance. It waits, until it is satisfied.