Anais Nin once said, "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 ". In part I whole heartedly agree with her. Love does not just fade away into the back ground. One or both parties let it die.
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