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All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs 
patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to grow. There is 
no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except 
through time. So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting - 
of being present without making demands or asking rewards. There is 
nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity 
of our love. But there is life in the gift we give. 

So lovers wait for each other - until they can see things the same way 
- or let each other freely see things in quite different ways. There 
are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance of 
intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence - but 
still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and 
then only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven 
together again in a single love story. 

What do we lose when we refuse to wait? When we try to find short cuts 
through life? When we try to incubate love and rush blindly and 
foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible 
enough to assume? We lose the hope of truly loving or of being loved. 
Think of all the great love stories of history and literature. Isn’t 
it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but 
common mystery, that waiting is part of the substance, the basic 
fabric against which the story of that true love is written? 

How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient 
to wait for it?