Love

Love is like rain. It falls out of the sky, right on your head! And if you're wise, you laugh and dance in the puddles till the earth drinks it up and it's gone. Love isn't about negotiating terms of endearment; it's not a contract. It's a wonderful sad ache- you catch it like a virus. Then you shiver, get feverish, for as long as it lasts, and the delirium makes the world not a mad painting full of color.