Love is a labyrinth of misunderstandings whose way out doesn’t exist.
To love, you have to admit your lack, and recognise that you need the other, that you miss him or her.
My love for you isn't just my affair, it's yours too. My love says something about you that maybe you yourself don't know.
Those that think they're complete on their own, or want to be, don't know how to love.
One only really loves from a feminine position.
