The tiny miracle of love, the tiniest yet most imponderable miracle, is when we stumble on people who see us for who we are and want us just for who we are — and these are the ones we spurn the most, the ones we let into our lives with resentment, scorn and boundless apathy, sometimes even with hatred. But the moment two individuals love each other for who each truly is, then time for them stops, and if these two don't die together, then the partner who lives on never recovers, never forgets, and keeps waiting until they meet again in who knows how many lifetimes. In Shakespeare's own words, either is the other's mine. The beloved always comes back. Always will. But the wait is excruciating — they wait not just to live together but also to die together. You see, it's life that is provisional, not love.
MariMariucci22 июня 2025•Видна всемThe tiny miracle of love, the tiniest yet most imponderable miracle, is when we stumble on people who see us for who we are and want us just for who we are — and these are the ones we spurn the most, the ones we let into our lives with resentment, scorn and boundless apathy, sometimes even with hatred. But the moment two individuals love each other for who each truly is, then time for them stops, and if these two don't die together, then the partner who lives on never recovers, never forgets, and keeps waiting until they meet again in who knows how many lifetimes. In Shakespeare's own words, either is the other's mine. The beloved always comes back. Always will. But the wait is excruciating — they wait not just to live together but also to die together. You see, it's life that is provisional, not love.
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