"Don't ever be fooled by the calendar when it comes to either loving or living, as there is only one moment for each experienced event. Throughout one's life, because time is so precious to us all, there are only as many moments in the year as you make use of. The choice is yours whether or not you pass through a moment or stay with it.
The butterfly counts not in months but moments, yet has time enough to spread its wings far and wide. It knows that love and life is more fragile to hold on to once its bloom has faded and therefore makes precious, every moment of its existence, believing that no time spent expressing love is ever time wasted.
And yet, the butterfly also knows that where love exists, so do never ending miracles. Butterflies enter every stomach of love in its rising with the first flutters of romance, and remain there for as long as love lasts.
For a lucky few, the mutual warmth of their affections ensures that their love stays forever in bloom, whatever the season. For most though, marriage will experience its occasional cold spells, when the roots of love, lacking in nutrient affection will be tested. Lovers who lose sight of each other, do well to try to remember that person whom they initially fell in love with, as this can often lead them back towards the path of rediscovering all those things they once loved about each other.
Love can be fleeting or lasting, but is without doubt, truly magical! Indeed, I would go so far as to say that when one despairs at the end of a broken relationship, that new love is the only sorcerer capable of pulling one's life back out of the hat. If you give it a chance, love will refresh your life in a way nothing else can. Love teaches us that when we change the way we look at life, our life changes for the better. Love reminds us that one can never again know loneliness, once one starts to like the person they are alone with!
So give out your love freely and you will always receive its return in abundance. Sometimes the only way to see love bloom is to give it time to grow at its own natural pace; not to place hearts in conflict by forcing love's growth. A forced flower will never last as long as a natural bloom; it's splendour can only be transient and will fail to thrive at its first winter experience.
Allowing your mutual love to find its proper pace and place, where it will naturally grow within your relationship, will forge a 'togetherness' so strong, that neither the harshest of winters, the longest of time nor the threat of death itself can pull its petals from the stem. In such delicacy and fragility of being, true love at its strongest, is capable of enduring anything the seasons throw at it. William Forde: August 7th, 2016.