Hello,
"L'amour n'est pas tout, il se fait"
Love is not an off-the-rack dress or suit,
but a piece of fabric to cut, assemble, and sew.
It is not an apartment, delivered turnkey,
but a house to design, build, maintain, and often repair.
It is not a conquered summit,
but starting from the valley, thrilling climbs, painful falls, in the cold of the night or the heat of the blazing sun.
It is not a solid anchorage at the port of happiness,
but casting off and sailing on the open sea, in a breeze or a storm.
It is not a triumphant YES, a huge full stop written in music, amidst smiles and applause,
But there are countless “yeses” that punctuate life, among a multitude of “noes” that we erase as we walk.
It is not a sudden appearance of new life, perfect from birth,
but a spring's gush and a river's long journey through its many meanders, sometimes dried up, sometimes overflowing, but always making its way toward the infinite sea.
Jean-Michel Martin
Have a good day
Marylena
