“It deceives itself he who thinks that love dies overnight. Love dies little by little. It dies with disaffection, in forgetfulness, in lack of dialogue, in lack of tenderness. It dies in the lack of interest in the other person, in the lack of care, of the “good morning”, “have you had a nice sleep?”, “I just called to say I love you”.
Yes, you deceive yourself if you think that love sustains itself od grand displays and forgetting the small. Love survives of small gestures, day-to-day, kindness, confessions in your ear, displays of affection in the middle of the day.
Yes, the grandeur of love is in the little and gratuitous attitudes. Love needs to keep moving to stay alive.”
Translated freely from portuguese