L.O.V.E.

"Love doesn’t come to you in crashing waves or thunderbolts. 

It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. 

It dawns on you slowly like a warm winter sunrise - where the promise of summer shines from within." 

- LANG LEAV -

I would like to add that memories of love, sometimes strike me through a unique scent carried by a gentle breeze that almost transports me to “that” particular moment in time. It’s like deja vu. And though that love did not end as hoped for, that one glimpse, one taste, of the past never fails to plant a smile on my face. Such a sweet assurance that that heartbreak has brought me here - where I have learned to love again.