"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." Anaïs Nin I wish you a great weekend! ❤️ "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin