It paints itself on your heart.
I never knew a love story more beautiful than Tea Cake and Janie’s (Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston). It was pure and free of judgment. If ever I find a love like that, it will be to the death. Those vows, for rich or for poor, won’t be words simply to satisfy the officiate’s requirement to marry us before saying, “I do.” It will be an unwritten expression of what makes up our hearts. You see, the heart knows not monetary things. The heart only knows what it knows…it knows that it craves to be loved the same way it loves. When two hearts become one, they beat forever.
-A. Brown Girl
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