Love is like an overshadowing darkness, in the light, that forces you to feel a way. Love is incredibly simple, however complicated it may seem, and most realize in a dream. A dream, not asleep. But a quick glance, and the heart begins to beat. Whether it’s outside, in the pouring rain. Or a simple sunny noontide. Cupid’s arrow will always hit. At the most inconvenient possible time.
Love is like a taxi ride around a small country town, when all you know, is the city. It’s always new, foreign, and incredibly unsightly. The food *****, the music is not at all your style, but you pretend to enjoy it anyway.
Basically…. Point is, I think I'm falling in love. And I don't want to get hurt again. I'm so tired of feeling numb.