There was only one way out: to discover a cure for insanity.
Love is patience. That is how Love normally behaves: it waits calmly, unhurriedly, knowing that at some point, it will show itself. Love is ready to do its work at the right moment, but it waits calmly and meekly. Love is patient. It can bear all things. It believes all things. It hopes for all things. Because Love understands.
And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.
Is it possible to deviate from the path God has made? Yes, but it's always a mistake. Is it possible to avoid pain? Yes, but you'll never learn anything. Is it possible to know something without ever having experienced it? Yes, but it will never truly be part of you.