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Today I begin to understand what love must be,
if it exists.
When we are parted,
we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves.
We are incomplete LIKE a book in two volumes of
which the first has been lost.
That is what I imagine love to be incompleteness in
absence.

lena89

lena89 2009-07-21

wielki powrót Daruńka :))

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