Love does not stand out, but highlights the other.

"I was not of a rare beauty, my face had nothing bright, I had nothing to stand out." The prerogative of love as well as genius is simplicity. Love does not strike the eye, its clothes are not bright under the superficial eyes of the world, its extraordinary is given by its silent presence but so eloquent by the transformation it produces in the hearts of those who are inhabited by it. Love is a champion in great deeds, in grand deeds, in amazing deeds, and yet she looks like a Cinderella.

Too little is seen, but so much is seen behind it. And if the radiance of love is manifested precisely by this will of divine obsession, how else will he be the one he will choose to live, than open to the beautiful mystery, astonishing us by what I do and am? Love seeks those who resemble it and is found only by those who are willing to perfect its own divine image in their lives: "We did not seek love, it sought us first and found us." One of the crucial statements in the Bible's love poem is, "Love does not seek its own good." And how could it be otherwise when love is enough per se!

He who has love will not miss it, no matter how much he gives of it to others. He who is inhabited by love will never be a peripheral man but always on the highest heights of existence.

Love looks down only when it leans toward others to lift them up, to serve them.

Love involves the decision and the choice to give up being you, the one you know in order to become you, the one you were created to be.

"It's not me since I met him and my soul has lived in two faces. I don't even know which one is mine. " Confusion as an expression of fusion is one of the themes of genuine love, moreover, it is the ideal to which we must strive. If there is something deep that love wants to do in us, it is this personal replication in the other without diluting its identity.

You see, man is a formidable mystery, completely unexplored, and the only way to penetrate the depths of being is through love. In the act of giving myself to the other, I find myself, I discover my true self, the man reveals himself to me in his complexity. If you don't see yourself in the other, it means that either the other person didn't let you in, or you just stayed on the surface. Each must at some point become both a motivation to change the other and part of the source of transformation. At the beginning we are two different people who tie our destinies and stick our wings to what we hope will be the most uplifting and dizzying flight. But for our flight to be a delight, we must begin to resemble each other. Let's synchronize, let's constantly adjust the parameters of the ascent, let's often check if the North is the same for us. At the beginning, the differences stimulate us to synchronize, along the way, if there is no harmony, we lose height and throw ourselves into a trap that can get out of control.

Because to change means to let yourself be softened, implicitly to admit almost nothing of what was.

It's like changing your steering wheel from left to right, but you also have to drive on the right. In true love, transformation, like merging, is not negotiable, it must simply begin and happen, even if it is not easy and even if it takes time.

When the two are in love with each other, the change occurs without years of negotiations and rigorously set deadlines. Over time, the two realize that they are becoming more and more alike and this new version, which bears the prerogative of love, is what they wanted and dreamed of. It is confused in gestures and various deeds, the attitudes and the way of thinking of each one acquire more and more noble characteristics without a negotiation with the old self. Suddenly the confusion is the security they needed. We used to be confident, but when we love, we become insecure without each other. The more we let ourselves be penetrated by our loved one, by the beauty of the love that inhabits him, the more we become more than we were created to be.