Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Today, as I read these lines of Max Ehrmann from his poem Desiderata, I am bereft of words. I think these lines are self explanatory. Thats all for now.
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