Love that endures more pain than happiness will last forever. Love that sees life for all its ugliness lasts for eternity. Love that endures love itself will be what heaven is for. And you, friends, lovers, families, fellow humans, are only dust in a whirlwind called Love. Love is like the flower of a fruit tree. It starts from a bud, blooms sweet with its smell at first. Then it withers and dies. But if you wait for it. It will become a fruit. Sweet in all its fullness. Love is never easy. No one said it will be. No one who loved will ever say its easy. But if you persevere, it will become your soul and your life itself. And smiling will be only the beginning of it.