Never the same

Stephen Chbosky once said, "We accept the love we think we deserve." But what if, as time goes by, that idea of what we think we deserve shifts into something different from what we currently have? Will  you go find that "ideal" love somewhere, with someone new? with someone from the past? Or will you stay, grow and groom the present "you"? To end, let me quote F. Scott Fitzgerald... There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.