"I was in Love once. I think Love is a little piece of Heaven. When I was in Love, I thought about that girl so much I felt like I was going to die and it was beautiful, and she loved me too, or at least I thought she did, and we were not about ourselves, we were about each other, and that is what I mean when I say being in Love a bit of Heaven. When I was in Love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful. When I was in Love there was somebody in this world who was more important then me, and that, given all that happened at the fall of man, is a miracle, like something God forgot to curse."
Donald Miller
