Love is the most selfish of acts. We choose who we love, how much, how long and never without the desire to be loved more than we love. But when it is right. When the selfishness between two people is compatible, when the madness aligns, qismat.
We do not come out of it empty-handed. Bloodied and broken but not empty handed. We are all afflicted.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
Love is the most selfish of acts. We choose who we love, how much, how long and never without the desire to be loved more than we love. But when it is right. When the selfishness between two people is compatible, when the madness aligns, qismat.
We do not come out of it empty-handed. Bloodied and broken but not empty handed. We are all afflicted.
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