“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
- Neil Gaiman.
Kindly seal your lips. I know you might think I was trying to make you read a theatrical post. I know it would felt tacky for most of you to read any kind of paragraphs which have the overmelancholic word "Love" in them. I know you might think this blog has stupidly started to romanticized things. This time, however, I'm not expecting any kind of cacophony when you're reading, nor am I expecting any kind of "Yuck!" or "Eww!" hubbub. This quote is positively outré, methinks. Isn't it? If you have the contrathought, please read it again. You'll find at least Neil only mentioned the L-thingy three times which isn’t legion.
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