I don’t understand how there are people who don’t believe in love.
There is love in the streets, not just among people holding hands, but when you walk into a restaurant where a kid is scolded by his mother.
There’s love where a dog courageously defends its master.
Love is seen among children, when a four year old brother takes his seven year old sister’s chocolate all the time, but she still hides it in the same place for him to find.
You see love from a breast-feeding mother, love from a hardworking farmer, love from a lover, love from one another.
And you don’t stop believing in love just because you were hurt by someone you loved.
You loving is proof enough of love.
Why would you stop believing in love?
(“Living in Love,” May 18, 2015)