Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
LOVE, LOVE IS A FRUIT IN SEASON AT ALL TIMES
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.