Simply put, Love is like a hand-grenade. If you don’t throw it away from you as fast as you pull the pin, there is a 99.9% certainty that you are going to get hurt.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him.