Based on a string of bad breakups, I was forced to examine my choice of partners. Surely, that must have abolished me from any wrongdoing.

A life lived in love will never be dull.

Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Compassion is an act of tolerance where kindness and forgiveness reign. When we make the compassionate choice, we enhance the dignity of each individual, which is the very essence of loving them.

We treat our encounters with them with carefree casualness. We are certain that our relationships will naturally take care of themselves.

That's love. That's all it means. It means sharing joy with people.