You asked if I believe in love.
And my answer is yes. I believe in love.
Every single love.
The deep, passionate ones that consume your every waking moment.
The new and tender loves, where everyone around you knows you are in love apart from you.
The love you witness from your grandparents – an eternal love that never seems to falter.
The painful, unrequited loves.
The lost loves.
The love of a mother.
The love of a father.
A families love and the love between friends.
When there are so many different types
of love in this world, I have to ask
how can you not believe in love?
Quixotically Perfect 