Love is the hardest thing. Harder than working on your latest compositional masterpiece, harder than aiming for that big job promotion. When one finds love, how do we know it is true? How do we know the other person reciprocates this love with the same intensity? And how do we know how long it will last? We can't read the stars or consult an online search database. We have to feel it in our hearts. It is the thin ice you want to skate on, but you're afraid you might fall through. We are never certain we believe it, but it's all we dream of. It's a stormy day outside, but I want to jump in.