Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
Advertisements
This is… very powerful and true. A natural death for love is impossible.
LikeLike
I like your style and thoughts Andrea, love always John
LikeLike