I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an
extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything
remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe
Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone
really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter
and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is
blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite
inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then
of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And
then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that
almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am
an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with
each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories,
those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one
sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the
unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the
advantage of a great parking space!
~The Holiday