During my last 11 months battling almost everything and questioning my own existence multiple times, met few strangers and one of them asked me how am I looking forward to my life living alone. To which my answer was “I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone.” So in short True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding.