What happened to old conversations where we discuss love? How can we explore its roots and how they found their way into us? How they grew unchecked dependent on old practices and roles that no longer apply in the ever dynamic social setting of life? How distorted is the image of love now? and How do we unearth love again so that our roots can flourish and be healthy once more, burying it in new habits and new practices so that we may fertilize and grow love that meets the current times? Maybe a combination: something old, something new, something used, something blue like my mood after a heart break that taught me the lessons I had to learn the hard way because my Mom never found love, so she never passed anything down to me to avoid the pitfalls relationships with no boundaries.