Thursday, May 27, 2010 | Filed in:

“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”
“You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.”
now it all makes sense.
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Breath Life In.
True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on.
I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future
Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.
Love, true love, is that which can give the most
without asking or demanding anything in return.
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