A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.
On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life,We told each other secretly in the quiet midnight worldThat we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one,And...
No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.
Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing to be remembered. But everyday their memories get fewer, less intense. Certain aspects of the memory will become dishevelled, twisted into a form unrecognisable. Until finally the...
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