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Sunday, December 13, 2009,

Love is willingness to watch someone die and let part of you suffer with him or her. Their agony becomes yours and their tears become your own. Love is when the exit door is flung wide open, it beckons you to run away from burdens and emotional upheavals, and yet you turn resolutely away.

reminiscenced at
4:01 PM
Sunday, December 13, 2009