See, I think this is the thing. I believe in love. I believe in true, deep, unescapable, fill-you-with-butterflies, scare-the-shit-out-of-you love. Love that causes you to lose control over your thoughts. That cause your logic to go from concrete to a pool of jelly. Voluntarily. It rewires you. It causes you to see life in full color when you’re safe in it, and black and white when you’re scared of it. But I believe that - if you can get over the hump over initial understanding - your whole life can be fuller, stronger, more beautiful - because you did the hard work.