I’m seeing the tangled embrace of lovers in the floral patterns of dormitory drapes.
Falling in love — trying to conceal your flaws long enough to make each other enough of a habit, so that it can’t be so easily broken.
Suddenly nothing else matters. I had no idea.
She walked right into my love.
Suddenly, I know fear — the fear that comes with having something to lose. The lover’s the fool who trades for freedom for fear.
Emotions so different from one another that the only thing they have in common is that they keep you from sleeping. Love is not so much love, just a willing or unwilling opening of the dam that keeps emotions in check.
Must I tell the whole world?
It’s too soon to know, but it feels like love.