...before you get too caught up in the Valentine's Day madness that has absorbed most of blog-land, why not pause and take a moment to think what love really is.
Love isn't a cupcake, or a bunch of flowers.
Love isn't heart decor, or a dinner date.
Love isn't a card, or a bottle of perfume.
Love isn't something sold by Hallmark or any store, no matter how much they market it to us.
For what love is I'll leave it to Brian Moore, author of The Luck of Ginger Coffey to explain:
"Love isn't an act, it's a whole life. It's staying with her now because she needs you; it's knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures -- when all that's on the shelf and done with. Love -- why, I'll tell you what love is: it's you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other's step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime's talk is over."
Quite simply the most beautiful thing I've ever read.