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
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
Love it. Scared a little bit that you are posting this before your wedding. 😉
Dude, Poppy writes like a hundred mini-blogs a day! I can’t keep up with you either!
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Haha good point. I don’t do too many and you don’t have to comment on all of them.