Monday, June 14, 2010

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists… . When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
- Edmond & Jules de Goncourt

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