Saturday, August 13, 2011

love

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to meet every second minute of the day. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. - Louis de Bernières (Captain Corelli's Mandolin)

and i love u, i really do. thank you for staying when you know walking away would be so much easier. thank you, thank you, a dozen of thankyou :)

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