Recently, I was told a magnanimous love story without a storybook ending.
The two in love did not end up together or reunite later in life.
The love the shared was interrupted by life and personal decisions.
The love story never grew beyond the beginning stages of love. There’s no way to know if the love was lasting.
From that love story I learned that love is not enough.
One must make concerted efforts to let love grow.
It was a beautiful love story, although I’d heard it before.
To survive the often harsh realities of life the beauty of the love, needed so much more.