“We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept, our own selves, that we love.”
Fernando Pessoa
When I think about the one I love, I wonder who she is, what she is beyond the presentation she gives me or my interpretation of that. What does she really think? What does she really feel? What is it in me that gives he…
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