I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
Frida KahloRead
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.
Interpretation
Cherish a partner who sees you as something delightful and desirable.
Frida Kahlo's quote emphasizes the importance of being with someone who appreciates and values you deeply, likening love to a sweet treat that brings joy and satisfaction. It suggests that true affection comes from a place of admiration and desire, where your partner regards you as something special and indulgent.
In practice
Using this quote during a wedding toast to celebrate the couple's love.
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
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