That is the tragedy of language, my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.

Şi în iubire nu există reguli. Putem încerca să ne ţinem de manuale, să ne controlăm inima, să avem o strategie de comportament - dar toate acestea sunt fleacuri. Inima este cea care hotărăşte şi doar ce hotărăşte ea este important.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

Written By onyekwelu ebederobinson

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