True love lasts a lifetime. If it didn't last, it wasn't true.

Love resists distance, the calmness of divisions, and sometimes even betrayal. No apologies, no love. It's often said “Tell me who forgave you the most, to tell you who loves you more”

Love is an equation with multiple multiple multiples of forgiveness. You realize that when you look into the eyes of someone who's fucked up and say, " “Even if you've done everything wrong, I can't live without you." I can't even be half of what I am if you're not near me”

Love makes us see other things in our hearts that we cannot see if we are alone. One writer explained it clearly as he put it:

If I didn't love you, I could lose a lot of my dreams. If I didn't love you, I might not see all the beautiful flowers inside my heart”

It's a good feeling to dream that you couldn't see alone before. You see them only because someone else lent you his eyes, and because he helped you through every difficulty. He guided you, gave you the keys to his heart, gave you everything...

Jesus spoke of secret gardens in the wilderness. In Madeleine's heart he found precious orchids. He made her watch and start collecting them. And the bottom line is this: “Love is finding beautiful places, even where everything looks desolate”

The gardeners know. They love flowers and look after every detail about them. Even when the flowers wither, they do not think that they symbolize absolute death but that they prepare for the new rise. A person who cannot wait for the beginning cannot experience true love. It's very simple. When there is debate in a couple, it seems that there is a crack between two persons. It should be believed that after the debate, love will grow stronger, for both have learned more about each person's character.

On the other hand, we also need to know that if a rose does not bloom, then perhaps he has not been given sufficient attention to the increase. Life requires care and love. He who grows a rose must learn to cope with the piercing of his thorns.

But don't worry about the beauty of the rose, you can handle a prickle, can't you?