Today, I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists….
When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves.
We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.
That is what I imagine love to be:
Incompleteness in absence.
-Edmund de Goncourt
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Thanks a ton Kamal.
How have you been?
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I am good too.
Had been on a small vacation myself, including lots of work. Came back last week!
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I know, overburdened as always, right?
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Hmmm
By the way I am trying to comment on your recent posts, but the comment isn’t showing. Can you check please, if it’s going to spam?
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K let me see
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I am having this issue in every other’s site! Oh God!
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Your comments are going to spam?
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Such highly classified words Mr. Edmund had written back in his gone time. Well, i believe, only classic writers better knew & understood the virtue of real love… even the fragrance of love was found in someone’s beauty of soul not in the glamor of fair & fine body. He must have been a very deep thinker in his era. I “have to” check out some of his work ASAP. Thanks to you for sharing a loaf of his historic work here around… on ur page. Enjoyed reading it. And yes, i utterly agree with what he said. We’re all incomplete until we’re found by love.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I truly appreciate your review, and as for his work, you should check out. It will leave you speechless.
Thanks again,
Have a lovely day ahead.
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Whenever I read these classics, they give me different perspective of being complete.. its sometimes finding completeness with someone or sometimes with onself.. As they say – its all in our heart and soul.. and in the state of mind that I’m at present; right now! lovely reading..🌼
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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