The course of love must follow blind, without a look behind - Rueben and Cerise
I'll never understand love. I don't need to. How we stumble on it. How it captures us. The great mystery. You can find yourself in it so deeply, never saw it coming. You search, it eludes. It runs from you, it chases you. It grabs you, then dismisses. It's wonderful and infuriating. It's simple and incredibly complex. It's everything.