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In my almost eight years of matchmaking, there’s one thing I know to be true: love is like the moon. Case in point: love moves in phases.
Like the moon, love is dependable. You don’t have to see the moon or love to know they’re there.
Both the moon and love are romantic and enchanting, can be moody and mysterious, possess dark sides, and have gravitational pulls on us that we just can’t control, no matter how hard we try.
“When two people find each other and connect…it’s an inexplicable kind of magic,”
“You don’t have to be compatible with someone in order to love them, Olivia. There is such a thing as attraction that not even a chart or algorithm can explain. It’s an indescribable science.”
“The sun is only pretty when it’s rising or setting, but the moon is always beautiful. It’s bold, bright, mysterious, elusive. We only see it in glimpses, catching it here and there from lucky angles.”
“Are you in the mood for love, Pó Po?” I ask, giving her a light nudge with my shoulder. As the movie plays on the screen, Pó Po pats my hand and smiles. “Always,” she whispers. “I hope you are, too. It’s about time.”
