In "Madeleine" I love the line, "We love our bread. We love our butter, but most of all we love each other."
And I think we love each other in bits and pieces the same way we love our bread and butter. It is always eaiser to love the parts I understand and agree with.
The rest? Not always so easy.
If I were to make two columns and label them, things I love about you and things I don't love about you. The second column would be more about me, than you.
Love. It is so simple and so intricately complicated.
It just feels so good. It's a shame to go on thinking it comes from somewhere else when the only place it goes is to your heart where it started in the first place.
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