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 witherings, of tarnishings.
If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.
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