I would like to be able to breathe– to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Albert Camus
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I love you continuously, intensely. You are my heart and I can’t live without you!I love you unconditionally. Every hour of every day, my love is there for you, even when I can’t be with you.

Source: Notebooks 19511959

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