“Love? I've never really known what that word means. But today...I feel like I do. Love is not a word, love is a feeling. Loving again? Almost impossible. But as I lay across you at 9:56, praying my curfew is extended, I think I love this man. I want to wake up next to him, cook for him, love him, and be there for him. What is this feeling after love? The feeling of knowing, this same man can break me like a twig and has so much hold over me, that it hurts me to love you. But I just can't stop. Once you fall, you can't help but hit the ground.”
