This is not mine. I was sifting through the net and I found it. Its beautiful and I thought it'd be appropriate.
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin
You meant more to me than you know...
