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kindness grows from sadness.

Losses carve us into ourselves: different, kinder creatures. When my dad passed, I learned You'll never get over it, it's never going to be okay. You just learn how to live with his memory which will never die ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜˜

Wow! Perfectly said...for this is true love.

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other pers