Notice that so many people in the world run in search of a love, someone who is ideal, that height, that color, that bank status, that beautiful salary. To whom I call for age, for race, for religion. But those who seek perfection do not seek true love.
The ideal is to love, even the different. After all, what grace has love for a copy of us? Seek without having criteria, love has its mysteries, and leaves people stunned. You go out to look, and instead of finding, you end up being found. And when love finds you, you have nowhere to run, this nonsense of a thousand things to choose is over. After all prejudice, it is as if the whole world, with all kinds of people, was in his bosom, and he accepts that the different is just someone true. Realize that the road is full of love, and you, on this journey, will smile, will feel pain, will miss and hit, in the fight to find, a real feeling.
