Love…
…makes no logical sense. It requires believing faithfully in something intangible that carries immense inherent risk. Joy must be far greater than fear for love to flourish.

From “Vanishing Acts” by American writer Jodi Picoult
Love is not an equation,
it is not a contract,
and it is not
a happy ending.
Love is the slate
under the chalk,
the ground
that buildings rise,
and the oxygen in the air.
It is the place
you come back to,
no matter
where your headed.