Love was simple but it felt like a jumbled vulnerable curiosity and I was utterly without will.

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Love was simple but it felt like a jumbled vulnerable curiosity and I was utterly without will.

Savor normal, precious moments every day. Have appreciation of the simple things in life.

What most satisfies us is not a simple absolute.

I am simple enough to love brilliant friends and gin.

A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.
