"Love doesn't walk on eggshells. It shatters through humiliating stumbles and falls. It breaks into song sans regard for perfect pitches and tunes. It laughs uninhibitedly and with reckless abandon not at, but with - another. It holds the other person's hands not because it's cold, but that it feels so right. It lingers to look at sunrises and ducks and quiet lakes and see depth and meaning where others may not.
Love is talking until dark turns into dusk, and back again. Love writes with the soul guided by the heart and is read by 'one', who finally understands. It finds no reason to love, but love itself. Love is not ending whatever loneliness there wasn't, but celebrating with another being's journey and coming to one's own.
Love takes nothing away from the beloved but the soothing comfort of marveling at the world with two sets of eyes, souls and hearts that beat as one."
