'True' Love as an idealised subset of the general category is precious nonsense. Most people grow out of that with time, experience, and the losses that accompany life. (Which come more frequently for people like us. Know you know that. If you allow yourself to think clearly.)

Let Daphne enjoy her happiness. Glowing suits her.

Thank you for the congratulations.


Tomorrow in the salle. Unless I'm for Leicester. (No predicting.)