Love is everything worth waiting for.

Not everything happens at a go. Some things take place not until years later, when time has changed into another time, when the world has changed into another world, and perhaps when we have changed into another us.

It' sadly true that we have to surrender to reality, to the many impediments that befall us; but reality is not a static, permanent fate. If it's unfavorable to us now, may be it will be the reverse some day. So we have to stay healthy, be patient, and live well enough for the long-awaited golden day to come.

I used to doubt the possibility of it but I became increasingly convinced. And I'm not the only one who have faith in it. Years of waiting is dreadful, but patience is an act of beauty.

In Love in the Time of Cholera, Florentino has waited for Fermina for fifty-one years, nine months and four days; Jane Austen's Persuasion is a story about waiting; and in One Day, it takes more than a decade's time for the two of them to finally come together as one. It's more than I can say.

Love is everything worth waiting for.