Hello,
Love is not merely a miracle born of an encounter. It is, day after day, what we make it. It begins when we prefer the other to ourselves, when we accept them as they are and love them in their entirety. To love is to share words, glances, hopes, and fears. It is to want the other to flourish, to live first of all true to themselves. Love is not a given. It is built each day to allow for the happiness of the other, the happiness of others.
Martin Gray
Have a good day
Marylena