"We never have so little protection against suffering as when we are in love; we are never so desolate as when we have lost the object of our love or its love for us."

Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents

The pain that comes with love is as piercingly strong as the joy that comes with it.
You make me happy and for now, that's all that matters.

breathe // dream

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