Quote by Santosh Kalwar

I am 15 and you are 51, I know you are the best, to be loved by, everyone.


I am 15 and you are 51, I know you are the best, to be loved

Summary

This quote expresses the admiration and affection of a 15-year-old towards someone who is 51. Despite the significant age difference, the speaker believes that the person they are referring to is the best at being loved by everyone. It highlights the admiration and respect the speaker holds for this individual, appreciating their qualities and the way they are able to connect with and be loved by others.

By Santosh Kalwar
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