We never know

Love never dies a natural death.

It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.

It dies of blindness &

errors &

betrayals.

It dies of illness and wounds;

It dies of weariness,

of witherings,

of tarnishings.

 

Anaïs Nin

[Love is eternal. Egos and their attachments die.]

 

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