“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.” – Anais Nin
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“The real lover is a man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.”
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