You can see humor in anything and everything, if you have an eye for it. There’s humor even in tragedies. And love is the biggest tragedy of them all. It is so simple yet no one can easily understand. It lies in the small things that we do for each other and not in fancy flowers an gifts. Love is sublime, pure and fucks all.
Solitude can teach you a lot of things. You can talk to yourself in the peace and tranquil ambiance of a quite night; you need expert advice too. I am writing this post at night only. Keep writing and reading.