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At times, a broken heart…

Prima ballerina Anna Pavlova.

The sting in the tail (or tale?) of unhappy relationships is that we sometimes opt for unhappy companionship over loneliness, and even as we eagerly drink from a renewed cup of emotional freedom and sorrow or isolation and living solitude we rarely acknowledge that this certain subtle sense of hollow anticipation and insecurity is the natural psychological and emotional state of human being.

Love is not a game of pretence or cunning dissimulation, it is an unmasking of who someone really is and if you ever find someone who can love you that way, as you really are – never, ever let them go because they need you too, and just as much.

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