I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
Deb Caletti
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
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It's shocking the things we call love.
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