Waxing poetic about love

I was reading my friend Kelly's blog (www.kellyrae.blogspot.com),
and came across her posting on love. Her basic premise was why bother. I liked the answer I posted in her comment box so much, I figured I would share it will all:

Kelly:
I never thought I would fall in love again until I walked into a cabin in the woods and saw the man for me across the room. It wasn't meant to be love, it was a swingers party, for the love of Pete! I was supposed to screw him and then leave. The funny thing about fate and love is that it always happens when you least expect it or want it. When you are ready and not looking for it it will happen. As for falling for the wrong person..love is never wasted. Even if you are miserable, the lessons you learn is worth the pain and the passion. Love is like lightening Kelly, you can't plan it or control it. Like everything else in life, control is an illusion, especially where love is concerned.

Sometimes I can be wise..who would have thunk it :p