我的小兔兔被男生越捏越大

“Reality burst open.” “Give me some proof of God!” “Longing and denial. Trust and distrust. I don’t know if love is proof of God’s existence, or if love is God himself.” “For you, love and God are the same.” “That thought helps me in my emptiness and my dirty despair. Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance, and despair into life.”