Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don`t know how to replenish it`s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don`t know how to replenish it`s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. By Anais Nin