“Love exists, regardless of our opinion about what it ought to be. No matter how many fabrications or how much selfishness we justify in the name of 'Love.' love still keeps its unchanging character. Its existence, and nature do not depend on my illusions, on my opinions, or my counterfeits. Love is different from my culture has led me to expect, different from what my ego wants, different from my sentimental froth and inflated ecstasies. I've been taught to hope for but love turns out to be real. It turns out to be what I am, rather what my ego demands.”
