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Love is a soft whisper coming from the beating one's heart. It's gentle rhythm gives you a feeling of ecstasy you cannot readily fathom for it's not easily defined nor there are finite reasons as to why it is felt by someone. ↗
Like the princess, Philip didn't believe in public displays of affection, which made it easy to mask his feelings. But he revealed them privately in a touching letter to Queen Elizabeth in which he wondered if he deserved "all the good things which have happened to me," especially "to have fallen in love completely and unreservedly. ↗
Like you and me," said Jade. "How se used to be." "What do you mean? Crazy?" "Living on our own world. Believing what we felt was separate from everything else. we couldn't do anything except be together and nothing else was real." "That's right." "Well, that's crazy. And you just said it was, even you." "No, " I said, "not when we both believe it. Crazy people are alone and no one understands what they mean. But that's not our way. We both know and it makes complete sense. It's not when you make it true by living it. And other people believe it, too, remember. Believe it about us. Everyone who knows us, sees us together. We have that effect. ↗
They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees, and the clouds, and the sky over their heads, and the earth under their feet. Perhaps their surrounding world, the strangers they met in the street, the landscapes drawn up for them to see on their walks, the rooms in which they lived and loved, were even more pleased with their love than they were themselves. ↗
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You know those nights where the day has unfolded in such a way that now, in the night, you can feel all the gaps in your body and you can see all the reasons you’re not who you wish you were - you know those nights where the only sound is of you drinking and the people outside who have each other to drink with - those nights when you’re unable to think or be or do because of the paralyzing loneliness - it feels like a hundred of those nights - stitched together and squared - and they come to me in a blush. ↗
***********NEW ENGLAND****************** Whoe'er thou art, who walkest there Where god first taught my feet to roam, Breathe but my name into the air, I am content, for that is home. A sence of color comes to me, Of baybushes that heavy lie With juniper along the sea, And the blue sea along the sky. New England is my home; t'is there I love the pagan sun and moon. T'is there I love the growing year, December and young-summer June. I'd rather love one blade of grass That grows on one New England hill, Than drain the whole world in the glass Of fortune, when the heart is still. ↗
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