Love is patience.
That is how Love normally behaves: it waits calmly, unhurriedly, knowing that at some point, it will show itself.
Love is ready to do its work at the right moment, but it waits calmly and meekly.
Love is patient. It can bear all things.
It believes all things.
It hopes for all things.
Because Love understands.
– from The Supreme Gift by Paulo Coelho
But then again.. when have I ever been normal?
– J. Ela