Oh, love is so many little things. Waltzing in the dark, waiting for the phone to ring, opening the box of flowers. It's holding hands in a movie; it's humming a sad little tune; it's walking in the rain; it's riding in a convertible with the wind in your hair. It's the quarrelling and making up again. It's the first drowsy thought in the morning and that last kiss at the night.

- Arthur Gordon, Through Many Windows