I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Author: Pablo Neruda

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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.