Love is an art. It begins with a blank canvas and emotions are the colors that create the pictures. Anything But Love is like a photo album. Memories are abundant, but at times become askew. What the mind leads us to believe is not always rooted in truth, but built up by pain. Sometimes it takes a pair of fresh eyes to point us in the right direction. Charlotte and Beau are that new beginning. That fresh perspective. He's a fixer upper, waiting to be restored. She's that lonely heart, waiting to be healed. The heartache is just a stepping stone to point them in the right direction. The depth of a Melissa Foster story never ceases to amaze me. There's always a lesson waiting to be discovered.