"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

— Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor)

one day, it'll be with the one that feels right, is right and doesn't hurt...God will get me there when it's His time.

-De-