It's the same thing. Passion is passion. It's the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn't matter where it's directed.
It's the same thing. Passion is passion. It's the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn't matter where it's directed.
Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.
Passion is passion. It's the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn't matter where it's directed...It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith...the saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all.
Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.
After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be ours, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.
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