twice today

Twice today discussions with different friends were about love. What is love? Does it exist? And so on... I wonder, is it just around the corner? Or is it just that they are feeling sorry for me in my solitude? The solitude was self-imposed, and I'm quite OK.

I did like the definition from one though, if I can translate it well enough. "Love is the embers that remain after the flames of passion die down". That's a pretty good description... and embers can be fanned to life again too!

Today I am grateful for a lesson in Italian.