“Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don’t know you’re having one until you’re right in the middle of it.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri
Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Love should feel like the first time you gallop a horse flat out. It should make your blood sing. It should terrify you. And some part of you should recognize it the first time you meet the other person’s eyes. Even in its first faint traces, love could alter a landscape. It wrote unimagined stories and made the most beautiful, forbidding places. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show and straight is gone, as it had ne
