Love, my young friend, is many things, but the one thing Love is not is the hunted. Love can never be hunted. The young man returns his gaze to the melting ice. Love is not to be hunted, like some trophy animal. Love cannot be captured.
Love is like a hurricane rolling inland.
From afar, one of the most captivating episodes on the planet, and yet, to be caught in one, a possible horrific experience. Or perhaps you argue with yourself about what you or yours should have done. Either way, you sit here today because of Love. And like that hurricane, you are now trapped in it, lost, uncertain where to turn or what to do. The young man looks up from the glass if to say something, then stops and returns his cold gaze to the ice.