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When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
When you have been hurt, and you can move on to a better understanding of yourself, it is the strongest thing you will ever do.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride; I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that you hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”