Love. We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we don’
t have it, we search for it; when we discover it, we don’
t know what to do with it; and when we have it, we
fear losing it.
It is the constant source of pleasure and
pain. But we can’
t predict which it will be from one moment to the next.
It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without.