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What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.