Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.