I think you can drive anybody mad. I had a weary time in the storm of you.

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I think you can drive anybody mad. I had a weary time in the storm of you.
You are a stranger living by yourself; no one to love.
It's painful to fall in love with a man like Prince Charming.
The soul felt a terrible ache, the years went slowly numb in a spread of paralysis, of shock, an inward emptiness in her soul. Like dead leaves crumpling to powder, blown away on the wind.
The overwhelming pressure of that romantic illusion. Fate hardly matters. You adapt to believe there is an absolute one for you.
My love of him, surely haunted me.
My heart, it broke, but on a warm spring day of sunshine I realized my feelings have come back all it took was the touch of passionate love.
The morbid silence was alive between their words.
I'm romantic but no love conquers all.
I have concluded nothing but heartache helps us understand ourselves.