How inadequate it would be for me to say you have been well worth the wait. Human beings feel this loneliness bone-deep, a great hunger a yearning to feel the greatest experience, the right mating of body and heart.

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How inadequate it would be for me to say you have been well worth the wait. Human beings feel this loneliness bone-deep, a great hunger a yearning to feel the greatest experience, the right mating of body and heart.
The capacity to love with body and soul is within one's control. Deliberate love should take hold of desire and want with all that raging heart.
A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.
Who knows anything about life? The human body is merely a mechanism. Life is electricity, running vital substance in these bodies.
It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.