My dear,

No matter what they tell you, love is not a cure. Love will not heal you, it will not mend or fix it.

Love is poison.

Love is the sweetest tasting of all poisons. And Nature’s joke on us is that it’s a poison that’s only curable by drinking more of it.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

There is no remedy for love, it is a poison; one I’d gladly surrender my life to.

Falsely yours,
Henry David Thoreau