Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
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