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.

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.

... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

It’s the unknown that draws people.

Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.