Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. I never knew I could talk to somebody the way I am able to talk to you. Your eyes seem to see everything I feel. Everything I see, smell, touch and taste is new since I have fallen in love with you. If our love is only a will to possess, change or fix, it is not love.
Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.
If you don't give someone your heart, there is no chance that it will be broken, but there is also no chance that it will not. When you give up on your mind the strength of your heart takes over and all is right with the world. Love is not what we become, It is already what we are. I am content now, because I know there is something I don't know. Both of us are in dire need of being rescued from a fantasy world.