When the Hearts grow Cold 3

  “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ― Anaïs Nin “Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can … Continue reading When the Hearts grow Cold 3