Sharing with you something my literature professor shared with us today in class."Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn't the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce. Love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't.
... When love arrives, say, "Welcome! Make yourself comfortable." If love leaves, ask her/him to open the door behind her/him. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, "Thank you for stopping by."