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art, books, flowers, cats, and the moon.

[loveazaleas]

Loving someone is like moving into a house," Sonja used to say. "At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren't actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it's cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.

-Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

[loveazaleas]

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

Fredrick Backman, A Man Called Ove.

[loveazaleas]

To all the people out there looking for true love. There is no such thing as true love. Just look for love because love is true in itself.

Saying true love is like saying sweet honey: You don't add anything to the honey by saying it sweet because the essence of honey is sweetness. So is the case with love, you can't increase it's value by saying it true.

Remember,

"Agar sachchi hai tabhi toh mohabbat hai, warna fareb"

-Bharat Chauhan

[loveazaleas]

Yes Yes - Charles Bukowski

When God created love, he didn't help most. When God created dogs, He didn't help dogs. When God created plants, that was average. When God created hate, we had a standard utility. When God created me, He created me. When God created the monkey, He was asleep. When He created the giraffe, He was drunk.

When He created narcotics, He was high. And when He created suicide, He was low.

When He created you, lying in bed; He knew what He was doing.

He was drunk and He was high. And He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time.

He made some mistakes, but when He created you lying in bed; He came all over His Blessed Universe.

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Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through. Sometimes they run away because they are not developmentally prepared to merge with another they have more individuation work to do first.

Sometimes they take off because love is not a priority in their lives- they have another path and purpose to walk first. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love's leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don't- they know their limits at that moment in time. Real love is no easy path- readiness is everything. May we grieve loss without personalizing it. May we learn to love ourselves in the absence of the lover.

-Jeff Brown