Friday, February 14, 2014

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 witherings, of tarnishings.

Anaïs Nin



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