you can love Morocco and India. you can love a cat found on the street another day. you can love your grandma with all her summer berry jams. you can love the wind caressing your hair and lips. you can love “the little prince”, any other book, or meet a real prince and fall in love deeply and passionately. you can love your parents, children, trees, husbands and wives, tattoos, puddles, elephants, job, oysters with champagne, friends, red woollen sweaters and high-heels.

but whatever you love… 

…the most important is to love yourself. with all the sins, experiences, joys and tears, colours and sizes. and the rest of the loves for all the planets and continents, everyone and everything will find enough space in your heart.