Love…
…means I can go days not seeing you without growing restless or wondering if something is wrong. How often we communication does not really matter much either. What we share is the first time romantic love has not brought me a steady flow of anguish and intrigue.

French memoirist Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
Absence
is to love
what wind
is to fire;
it extinguishes
the small,
it enkindles
the great.