The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you,

not knowing how blind that was.

For though my search for destiny –

dependable propelling love –

dealt me bitter blows
and lay me cross the mortal plains,
bedewed, bedimmed, morose…

I know now that lovers don’t

finally meet somewhere.

They’re in each other all along.

-Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi