
I don't know if my love for someone would instantly end as soon as I knew the guy I was in love with was with my mother, but certainly it would be a point of no return. I would never seen that person with the same eyes.
The idea of kissing the same mouth that kissed my mother is so repulsive and disgusting. It's impossible! And don't even get me started on the sex itself, UGH!
It's a waste of beautiful art, because this story can't end well.
Lots of random things happening at the same time.