As much as I would miss my wife if she were to die, I would miss what we are together even more. Our "we-ness," our "us-ness. "
It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.
Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.
How-how can we make it against the whole world?
¨ Oh, I´m not complaining. I know there´s a war on. I know a lot of people are going to have to suffer for us to win it. But why must I be one of them?¨
It is only natural that people's wishes and aspirations should be realized by the leaders of the region. As this wind of change blows, it is up to the leaders to seize this opportunity to look for the better future for their own people through bold reforms before it is too late, before the people are forced to take action.
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.
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