So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
When it happens it happens instantly. It's like diving into a pool of warm silky water, like flying through the air on invisible wings, like shedding an old skin and growing a new one. When you fall in love the spirals of your DNA unwind and rewind in the opposite direction. What was black becomes white.