~Miaww~

love story

My grandmother passed away on Christmas day 2002. She was 68 years old and had multiple health problems. A few days after her funeral, I was at her home with my grandfather. We were looking at a wall of pictures they have in the den. He picked up a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day. They were both young, slim, beautiful, happy people. He looked at that picture and then he looked at me and said, "This is how I saw her everyday of my life." At that moment, I understood what love is.

Taken from The Foundation for a Better Life www.forbetterlife.org

Here’s a little something from Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, the great 13th century Persian mystic & sufi poet

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

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