I'm reading a book called 'The Women Who Run With Wolves' at the moment and I came across a passage which describes exactly my view of what I think love is. And, what I hope one day I will achieve with someone else.
I thought I would share.
'Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time to withstand many many endings, and many many beginnings - all in the same relationship'.
I think this is beautiful :)
