Love…
…makes the bearer both stronger and weaker. Strength comes in knowing someone stands behind ready to catch you when you fall. Weakness arrives in accepting the one loved might leave you to fall hard without them. Only true love makes such risk and paradox worth facing.
Taken from “My Sister’s Keeper” by Joei Picoult
True love
is felonious…
You take
someone’s
breath away…
You rob them
of the ability
to utter
a single word…
You steal a heart.
