One can trap her/himself sometimes by thinking desire and need is Love. Love is something more precious, but something so fragile. As fragile as one of our tiniest, most intricate, most delicately crafted toys. Hold on to it too tightly, and it will crumble in your fingers but if you hold onto it too loosely, and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground.
Always listen to the voice in your heart, but be absolutely sure that the voice comes only from your heart.
Love is something we wait for. We imagine our first kiss, our first sex, our first “I love you” but we never imagine our first heart break. maybe because it’s too painful to even imagine.
But in a way, the pain of love is what truly changes us. It’s the loosing of love that makes us who we are…