They say if it ends, it wasn’t love to begin with. If it’s over, it never was.

Shouldn’t it be the other way round though? If it ever was, it was love! Even if it were only for a day or a single fleeting second or simply one-sided, if you felt it in your heart, in your mind, in the very being of your soul, it was nothing other than love? Do you mean to tell me that a flower in bloom, which later withers and dies, was never endowed with sweet nectar? Or a Mayfly, which lives but for a day, is not one of God’s loved creations? If something ends, it never began? If something’s over, it didn’t exist?

No, darling. Love just is. And you’re all the more luckier for having felt it, experienced it and lived it. Let’s not smother it with the expectation…