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NodMyHeadLikeYeah
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The only thing that really matters... love.
And no, not that awful romance crap. I don't understand some women and their obsession with romance.
October 1819
John keats writes a letter to fanny brawne.
The ending goes like this.
You have ravished me away by a power i cannot resist, and yet i could resist until i saw you, and even since i have seen you i have endevored often to reason against the reasons of my love. I can do that no more, my love is selfish i cannot breathe without you.
Edgar allen poe.
But our love was by far stronger than the love of those older than we, of many far wiser than we. And neither the angels in heaven above nor the deamons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful annabelle lee.
Solomon
Love is as strong as death. Jealousy as cruel as the grave.
You mean this "awful romance crap"
Whats not to understand....