“Don’t you love me?”

“I can tell you that you occupy the dawn and dusk of my thoughts, the darkest corners and the brightest landscapes of my mind; you steal my breath, and return it all the sweeter; you make me feel like I might die from an overabundance of life. Is that what love is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then how can I possibly answer?”

@welshpixie Hemingway said it was easy? You just sit at the keyboard and bleed

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