what is the point of praise, if you know that you were lying? how can you accept the flattery, when you bare nothing at all?
people fall in love with who you are when you aren't pretending, with your heart and your eyes open and vulnerable. and what better form of praise or flattery than words whispered gently in your ear, wrapped in her arms, or warmed by his flesh?
love is where we're going and where we'll stay, the meaning and the end, and the only thing in this life that's worth dying for.