Love doesn't hurry. Love doesn't celebrate brevity, it doesn't interupt, it doesn't rush. Love refrains from finishing your sentence, and never jumps to the punchline. And love loves a long shared lunchtime.
Love is happy to hesitate. Love slows the pace for the slowest of us. Love - always - waits, always protects, always - makes - space.
The greatest love is slow patience.
Heard someone say the opposite of love is hurry. Made me think.