Even when I was a young man, sowing my oats, I knew that love was not like chalk; it was not erasable. It seems pretty obvious that the love that can be erased is not true love. Oh, the love can change, can morph into something more or less, but if the love is true it will always be love and it will endure. I have loved my share of people, and I still love them today to a greater or lesser extent. And then, there are those cherished few who are like water to my oil; as much as I love them, we simply weren't meant to be, but they still remain dear friends.
Put down your chalk for a moment and give this post a read by following the attached link: Love Is Not Like Chalk