The tragedy of love, is that it is only possible to love perfectly a person who is lost to you; Only a lost person, lodged in a place before the narrow, clumsy gates of language, could ever understand you perfectly. And so maybe the great love of your life was only a crush, blown up to operatic proportion’s by impassable distance, only a name for your vanished future.
— Nov 23, 2017 09:32PM
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