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Something there is that doesn't love a wall

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream-world into reality.

If you would be loved, love and be lovable.