Love is in the air but the air is highly polluted
We generally look around for what is not there fretting over it and thus letting go of what is there.
I don't believe in ghosts but they blindly believe in me
There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial.
You can only fall in love once the next time you rise with it
We have progressed from the stone age and moved on to the age of stone hearted people