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.
To write we must feel the words; we must speak a language of intimate feel.
Books undress you with love. Read slowly, you'll feel like yourself again.
She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.
The soft flame of beautiful emotions are in vague, veiled eyes. People pretend to feel nothing.
Talk: what do you feel? Are you ashamed of reopening wounds?
I am so entirely wrapped up in self, I think I feel nothing at all.
I feel as if I did go mad in love.
I don't feel like you needed, or wanted to love.
This was, in words simply contentment, unlike any other, feel these quiet moments with me. Stay a few minutes and look at the stars.