From a blog called le petit hiboux
here, this is love. except, there is no perfect love. the future always looks rosier than it turns out to be, and the past leaves scars that defy the very definition of the word 'past'. the present, that minute, is the only thing that can really live up to the expectation of perfect love. anyone who says they haven't loved... hasn't looked hard enough at the tiniest of movements, the simplest of actions, and found what they're looking for.