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.
Don’t ever think for one minute that I don’t love you, cause I do. Or that I’ll forget you, cause I won’t.
Sometimes you just have to say goodbye.
Because I just think we don't love each other enough.
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CHARMMAN
kiss on you!