LOVE

Do not stress about love or the potential for love. It cannot be forced, it should not be worried. Invited or not, it beats down your door with a battering ram, impossibly large and intimidating, runs in and places a kiss on your nose before slicing your throat. We can build walls and battlements, but somehow it gets in. I have yearned for the invasion, the excitement, yet have been crippled by fear for too long. I open the door now and say here I am, come in you bastard (love).