I gotta say something, cause I don’t think I’ve made it clear. I’m in love with you. Powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do. The way you think. The way you move. I get excited everytime I’m about to see you. You make me feel like I’ve never felt before in my life.
We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier?