Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.