Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.
Mar 28, 2016
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There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
Mar 28, 2016
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I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
Mar 28, 2016
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Your neck. I want to kiss it.
Mar 28, 2016
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