I like humble flowers. Like lavender and baby breath.
They remind me of those pretty girls who know that they look good but don’t think much of it. They are so rare and so refreshing.
I have no idea how to measure love. Do you?
Speaking of measuring things, I came across this quote recently (over here):
Often that is treated as important which happens to be accessible to measurement.
– F.A von Hayek
In this case, does it conversely mean that un-measurable love is very important indeed?
That sounds about right.