Oscar Wilde:
“Who, being loved, is poor?”

Remembering Some Romantic Couples - Movie Scenes

From: 23, Canada
To: My childhood love

I want to dedicate this to someone very special and close to my heart and to everyone who hopes to meet a long lost love.
I never knew that I could feel that way about you again. I have not even seen you yet , and still I feel so much and it is so real. Although oceans separate us, although our different lives are pulling us away from each other, I cannot help but feel that I love you.
I will never be able to tell you that and I am even scared to call you unless you do not call first, but I think about you so much. I believe in destiny and maybe this will get to you someday or you may find it, the same way you found me after 13 years.
I hope you call me soon. It is so hard to talk to you sometimes and I want to pull away before it is too late, but when I finally pull away - then I cannot help but miss you like crazy and want to be close to you again.
I love you, not because I loved you as a child but because I don’t know how not to love you …

Henry David Thoreau
“Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.Henry David Thoreau”

Yes! It’s my Birthday! 
How many? 

30

So… Happy Birthday to Me!

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Laurence Marks, M*A*S*H, “Love Story,”:
“Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.”

From: Jo Hale, 37, United Kingdom
To: Nature Lovers, Worldwide

Spider’s Web

I watched a spider weave its web
From tiny little bits of silver thread
It grew into a masterpiece.

In awe I saw it catch a fly
And while I watched it slowly die
It became wrapped up like a present.

The spider stored his meal away
To be eaten on another day
When it hungered for a treat.

It ran out to repair a rip
That the fly had made at the end of its trip
And the spider’s new home had been broken.
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Malagasy Proverb:
“Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.”