Love
never dies
a natural death.
It
dies from neglect and abandonment.
It
dies of blindness and indifference and of being taken for granted.
Things
omitted are often more deadly
than
errors recommitted.
In
the end, love dies of weariness,
from
not being nurtured.
We
don't really fall out of love any more
than
we fall into it.
When
love dies, one or both partners
have
neglected it, have failed to replenish
and
renew it.
Like
any other living, growing thing, love
requires
effort to keep it healthy.
Leo
Buscaglia
Born
For Love
