The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Two tear drops were floating
down a river. The first one *
asked "who are you from" she
replied, "I’m from a girl whose
man left her. Who you from?"
He replied, "I’m from the man who
regrets letting her go."