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So I was talking to Connie a while ago and realized independently of the conversation that I never really knew what this meant until recently.

"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit."

- Peter Ustinov

And now I do, and it is sort of breaking me and filling me up. It is also terrifying because who will forgive me everything? (Who Will Love Me As I Am?)

(I Believe, I Believe, I Believe) All Will Be Forgiven.

I should stop living in my head?