Love , Love , Love ... :
Love is not only a miracle born of an encounter. He is day to day what we want it to be. It begins when one prefers to himself, when accepted as it is and we love it in its entirety. To love is to share words, looks, hopes and fears, it wanted the other to flourish. Living primarily loyal to him even love is not a given. It is built every day to ensure the happiness of another, the happiness of others.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were...