
Love doesn't "grow." It doesn't wait for you to discover it, it doesn't fall like a gentle rain from the sky, it doesn't tiptoe into your heart like a happy little bunny, and it doesn't have a fucking thing to do with familiarity. Love is neither patient nor kind. Love attacks. Love is raw, and violent, and instantaneous. You don't fall in love; you get trampled by it. If it doesn't drop you to your knees and make you shake like a wet dog, it's not love. - Bart Yates
1 comment:
Wow. So very, very true. Thanks.
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