“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 witherings, of tarnishings” – Anais Nin
When you must end love,
remember two things:
it is easy to end a thing in an evil way and
love is something you do, not something you have.
you must not make an evil thing
out of love’s holiness.
And you must not profane the sacred.
You must not plant thorns in your heart;
at its cracks and the way it still nourishes you.
Find roses to grow from your acid blood.