“What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.”
Jeanette Winterson – Written on the Body
Artwork: Gustav Klimt
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This is akin to apathy… certain death for any relationship!
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You’re right, thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Nicely expressed.
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Thanks
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love is like clean crystal water, you can’t take it for granted, once it gets dirty you need to change it, but you don’t need to throw out the bath tub too, great post, well said, hope your day shines, amen
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Awesome post!! ‘Tis sad to see love on life support – not really alive and almost dead!
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts and do have a great month ahead.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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