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
For those of you who believe in such things and those of you lucky enough to have someone in your life - Happy Valentine's Day.