True love should be lived like an imperfect circle that has bumps but never ends.
The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them.
Love is a little haven of refuge from the world
"The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind."
Monday, August 8, 2011
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