nog steeds verliefd...

(totally a chance encounter...but still in love...)





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“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. 


How can you say you love one person  a place when there are ten thousand people  places in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them. 


All right, so we do the best we can. 
Granted. 
But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. ”
Charles Bukowski





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