I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.
At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.