I used to think that being in love was like sitting down at someone's table, opening your mouth and allowing them to fill you with all the good things they had in front of them. Now I know that being in love is like sitting at your own table, ordering for yourself and hoping that the right person will bring their plate over, sit down and join you, because they have the same expectations from the feast that you do. Doing it any other way is a good way to starve.
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