Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.
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