Got this from Vern Enciso’s blog:
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays.
Maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome! Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet.
Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”