December 2010
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and now, Calvin and Hobbes' dad on the current state of my life:
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things in my life that make me want to cry:


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where “I” does not exist, nor “you,”
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.”
-Pablo Neruda
