โI donโt really understand it myself: half the time I think I must be crazy for liking him and sometimes I canโt even remember how I fell for him. But, then again, isnโt that what love is? โ one big bubble of confusion, joy, chaos, happiness, mess, harmony, ugliness, beauty, madness, balance, disagreements, unity, challenges, ease, pain, healing, rejection, acceptance, death and life; all these things, all the time, and all-consuming.โ
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H.C. Roberts,
Harp and the Lyre: Extraction