




![]() I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle. The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt. It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace. Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle everything I do is stitched with its color. ![]() Can miles truly separate you from friends.... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
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