twenty-eight

Love can consign us to heaven or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.

We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

There's nothing else to say. There was nothing said today.