Love is Like Young Rice

“Love is like young rice: transplanted, still it grows.” (Madagascar)

Love is a strange thing. It doesn’t matter the time, the distance, the loss, love is strong enough to endure the change. Sometimes its the dynamics of the relationship—you go from lovers to friends. Or friends to lovers. Sometimes its finding a new place to PUT your love. A new job. A new hobby. A NEW lover. See, love is sturdy and cannot be destroyed only shifted. Love is all and will always find a way. The rescue dog. The garden. The stranger who needed a jump. We cannot lose love, it only grows.