I was at the hospital many years back for a week and my lover who took up camp at my bedside; while that was sweet, didn't do anything close to this or anything other than sleep and occasionally walk around the floor with me. I remember throwing a plate of food towards him and having a huge blow up - i don't know about what.
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"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
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ReplyDeleteAw, that is sweet! I'm such a hopeless romantic, and I sure hope that that will be me one day...
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