Peace is only complacent and teaches nothing. Turmoil, conflict and the constant battle between chaos and order are more visceral and teachable than the narcotic effect of peace and complacency.
We love peace but we are made for the battle.
As much as I might wish it weren't true, you will always hold an exalted place in my heart.
Anyone you ever truly love, you always will.
How foolish is it of me to still hold fantastical dreams of what might have been between us. Dreams born of fantastic projections of who you could have been to me.
Love is a fools errand
And we are all fools
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