“ Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed. ”
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
~ E.a. Bucchianeri
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.
Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don’t know you’re having one until you’re right in the middle of it.
... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.
