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Falling in love with beauty is like buying yourself a bouquet of roses without wrapping. At first, you think, ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and your hands reach out to embrace it, but a second later, you're poking yourself with thorns and thinking, ‘Yeah, that's happiness with bonuses.’ There's heat up to a hundred degrees, explosions in the middle of the night, and catacombs in your heart where echoes bounce off the walls.

Love is a villain, love is a sorceress - all in one bottle. With her, you want to run away and stay, because you know it will hurt, but without that fire, it's even worse. She's a bombshell you can't escape or hide from - you can only fly towards her and wait for her to ram into you.