“Real love, true love is not like the shooting star that makes you go, “ooh, aah”. Real, true love is like the constancy of the sun that comes up slowly every morning – sometimes too hot; sometimes hidden behind the clouds, but always there. Therefore, often take for granted.”

“Real love, true love is not like the shooting star that makes you go, “ooh, aah”. Real, true love is like the constancy of the sun that comes up slowly every morning – sometimes too hot; sometimes hidden behind the clouds, but always there. Therefore, often take for granted.”

— Lucille Anderson