Love is feisty: it does not settle for just okay and certainly it never settles for shitty.

Love is powerful, ambitious, relentless and audacious.

Love speaks up: it does not cower or run away.

Love pursues and suffers long.

Love is passionate and messy: it is built from the broken pieces of our lives and from the wreckage of our worn out, ragged, broken-hearted selves.

Love is the greatest story ever told and the only tool we ever need.

Love is the cornerstone and the cure and the source and the ache and the prize and the journey and the destination.

Love is the work and the adventure.

Love is the only real thing, all else is falsehood.