' What is love ? '...
Today I begin to understand what love must be,, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves.. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
.................... Edmond de Goncourt
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