i hope no one will ever tell me this

to love someone for what one writes is to love one for what one is not. we always love others for what we are (for them, sometimes), not for what they are. and since we have eyes, the others are what we are. let's then hope they never write. it'd make things easier.

taken from here, and roughly translated (or killed by myself). oh, and the blog's link is on the right - it's too good to be missed.