Sunday, March 25, 2012 7:53 PM
Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.
If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will. Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either. Labels: Knot
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