People say love is like a budding flower.
Like the sun.
Like waves on a beach, hot tea on a cold day, like light breaking though the clouds.
They're lying.
The best example I can use is that love is a bus.
You have no choice in getting on, it comes when it wants to, and if you're not careful, it will move too fast and leave you sprawled on the floor.
Falling will take your shame, your self esteem, and your faith.
But eventually you'll find a seat, learn to enjoy the ride, and get where you need to be.