Some love is like a freight train. Loud, fast, eventful. A pain to bump into, but a thrill all the same.

Some love is like a whisper; as warm in your ear as a summer breeze. A quiet word that makes your cheeks flare and fingers dance.

Some love is like a snowflake. Gentle, soft, and dreary. It lands on you without intent and fails to make a mark.

Some love is like a bullet. You hear the shot and just stare as it ***** your life. The blood it takes is straight from the heart.


Some crash and others crumple. But love leaves us all the same.