| 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. http://www.applebuyers.com/#payday Disclaimer If anyone disagrees with anything I say, I am quite prepared to not only retract it, but also to deny under oath I ever said it.
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