"I love her fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her." ~ Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
Why is it every time I come across this line, my heart feels as heavy as a rock? And there's fluttering in my stomach? As if I want to do something daft... like spin in the middle of a road, with my arms spread wide.
...Or curl in my bed and let myself get lost in some random dreams about random things.
...Or let go and let fate decide on something I have absolutely no idea.
Odd how some piece of writing, simple words, can make you think of your life and what you have done with it so far.
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