Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
-Anais Nin-
-Anais Nin-
They say when we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we love not enough.
Cherish every moment that you have; Love, and not hold back.
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