Book Of Love, Piece: 01
While I write a lot about love, it is foolish to even believe for one second that I understand love fully. Love was never meant to be truly understood. Sure, we could describe love in certain ways. We could philosophize about love. We could form opinions about love.
But the truly special thing about love, is that no two loves will ever be the same. There will never be a universal understanding of love. And if ever a man allows himself to believe that he truly understands love, he is but a fool, that has gone only backwards. The rest of us? All we can do is to patiently await. The day we finally find this elusive love.