Some people say that there is no perfect love in this world.
I don't believe it.
I once met a man who spent sixty years waiting for a letter. I have seen two people, separated by war and strait, become each other's hometown. I have seen a blind painter paint his wife for a lifetime, and all he painted in the end were her eyes.
I've seen what love looks like
Each one makes me believe: it's not that love doesn't exist, it's that we're not brave enough.
Now, I tell them to you.
