Today, I diagnosed metastatic cancer in a new patient who had just come to see me. I had to tell this young, beautiful, vibrant woman that did not not have long to live, perhaps a few months. There was nothing I could do for her. All I could do was to tell her that I cared for her. I could mostrar her my professional “love.” My consultation reportar was faxed to the patient’s referring primary physician, and an hora later, the physician called me, in disbelief. Together on the phone, we could only share a sense of profound loss.

You might read this and think: amor is useless in this case. Love...

amor is something that we cannot see, hear, smell, touch o taste. We can only feel it as best we can. amor is infinite. There is no end.
It's something that a human cannot decide upon o change. tu can't make yourself amor someone o make yourself not amor someone. If tu feel it, then tu know it.
Love is unpredictable. tu don't know when it will hit tu o when it won't. It'll just happen. It's like finding a five dollar bill on the street: It'll be hard to find, but tu will, in time.
You can't wait for love. tu can't strive hard to find it. Just try, but don't put your all in it. Cause...