I have a fundamental problem with the idea of falling in love. It’s the nature of it. You see, love doesn’t just happen. You don’t just forget to tie your shoelaces one day, trip over them and fall into a puddle of it that someone has left laying around; you don’t fall in love with someone, you love someone. Love is a verb, and you have to work at it; you have to act upon it.
Love is not a state, you can’t live in it. It is something you have to live through. They say that all’s fair in love and war, but when it comes down to it, love is war. You have to fight for it every second of every minute of every day; there is the fight for holding on and the fight for letting go and the hardest thing I have ever experienced is learning the which and the when. All I know is that you don’t fall in love, you fight for it tooth and nail and you scream and you cry and you throw all abandon and pride and self respect to the wind for it. You love actively and you love fully, and those who have mastered the act, love freely and their lives are better for it.
A Hermit Philosopher (via)