I've always thought of love as a feeling of where the human being is living large. The sum love. You can not ever take away. As we go forward in life you love more and more. More and more people, more and more things. If you loved do not stop loving him more. Pass the passion, seeing the relationships. Time passes, seasons of life but if you loved someone just for a minute you'll love it forever. This I think. Then there exists a place of thought and memory, a place of feeling that is absolute independent events. Inaccessible. Where no one can enter. That no one can loot. Incredibly intimate. It is a place where it is useful to enter from time to time to find one's self, whole, in its essence has been the feeling that the phases of existence so far, to the present. We felt the love. Even for a sound, a smell, a smell, a light, an animal, a landscape, a place, a time. We felt the love. It is good to cultivate this intimacy. To recognize even more in the experiences that appear to us away from the usual clichés in behavior, in Again, that is. Meeting me in my live. I bring my experience every time. I'm my own experience. I would not be who I am otherwise. I do not want solitude at times. Also to enhance and understand and choose the date. I came to the conclusion that if I lived a single dimension of them die. Always missing something, and everyday life, by default, can not accommodate all dimensions of my life. Always missing something. And now I feel so ... lacking ... lacking ME. I'm not going to be a bit '. And then there is need to cultivate the absences ... ... to bask in the nostalgia of wanting the impossible ... to prove that melancholy that only these feelings can give.
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