Ling writes the most angsty things, but surprisingly we both have the same thoughts on love, for lack of a better description. Strangely enough last night I was watching Anna and the King which had a lovely romance, yet no kissing. Just quiet moments together, though not alone, always with people watching and making comments. It made me think, how do we know love? I once read something about being able to grow to love a person. How can we devote ourselves to someone without knowing if we'll meet someone else that makes us change our mind? And yet how do we know before it's too late that the one you've always wanted was there all along?
I think Tolkien was right about elves being sort of mortal too. A heart breaks very easily.
Parents are surprisingly right. We are a bit too young.