Everybody’s in such a hurry to fall in love, and some days I don’t know why. I guess no one warned them about all the dangers that go along with loving; the hard parts don’t make it into the story books. Real life never just ends happily ever after.
When you really love someone, it hurts. It aches. It’s wonderful and breathtaking and scary as hell, and it is a feeling that nothing else can give you. It doesn’t end. It doesn’t get easier. True love is tender, easily bruised and easier broken, less like walking on egg shells than it is holding an unborn chick. And if it’s hard to let that in to your life it’s harder to let it out again.
I love the baby chick analogy. That was exactly what I was thinking and never had the words for it. It is so true that it is even harder to let them out. <3
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