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.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
1.A confusion has confused my mind which is already confused with some confusion.I don't know why this confusion had confused my confused mindIf my confusion had confused ur mind thn try to get a solution for my confusion to rectify my confused mind.If my confused msg din't confuse u,b happy
god knows the value of heart
so he created love.
He knows the value of nights
so he created dreams.
He knows the value of friend
so he created you.
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