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"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing." - Anais Nin

Seen at the bottom of the most recent Something Positive comic. Ow. F-ing ow. But so damned true. Resonates with some things that I've had in my head lately.