Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
If you have reasons for loving someone,
Then you are using your mind,
But if you love someone for no reason
Then you are using your heart,
And that is TRUE LOVE…
