I used to think I wasn't capable of being in love but I've recently come to the conclusion that the opposite is true. I fall in love with everybody. There are hundreds of people who's voices I've never even heard that I have fallen madly in love with, because of the way her shirt hung on her shoulder before she left me on the elevator. The green eyes that poured my coffee, although still tear-filled for a reason I'll never know.

I loved them.

From the depth of my soul and I still carry them with me.. obviously. Some of them I love from a distance. I love them enough to never talk to them again, because I know I will only complicate or crowd their beautiful life. Some I selfishly love closely and allow them to hear each thing I love about them. But to believe that love is something rare or exclusive is agonizing.

It's not that I don't know how to fall in love, it's that I don't know how to stop.