Darkness may cover light, but that is not the same thing as putting it out. Whereas, to overcome darkness, all light need do is to exist.

That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.

Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.

For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived

In spite of myself, I gave a snort. "Just once, I'd like to hear a simple, straightforward prophecy.

Maybe all young men who love us become knights in shining armor when we love them back.

Love cannot thrive simply by being offered. Sooner or later it must be accepted and reciprocated. It must be seen for what it is and nourished according to its needs, or it will die.