“Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.” – Anonymous
Have you heard that one before?
Write your own, a quick analysis of love. Think of what you would tell your daughter. Think of what you would tell your son. Why is it different and how can you put that together into a new thought about love and yourself?
Assume you have children if you do not. I don’t either but I can think of what I would say based on my own experiences thus far.