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Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more
My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; read more
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
There isn't any formula or method. You learn to love by loving - by paying attention and doing what one read more
There isn't any formula or method. You learn to love by loving - by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you read more
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no read more
I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
