I ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said journeys end in lovers meeting. what an extra ordinary thought. Personaly I have not experienced anything remotely close to that. But I'm more than willing to believe shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was shakespeare who also said, love is blind. Now that is something I know to be true.
For some quite inexplicably, love fades. For others love is simply lost. And then of course, love can be also be found, even if just for a night. And then theres another kind of love, the cruellest kind. The one that almost kills its victims, its cold unrequited love. Of that I - am - an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us. What about our stories those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones.we are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a parking space.
-The Holiday
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