If there's one thing I've learnt in this young life of mine it's that love is many things, none of them rational. Sometimes I lay awake at night wishing it was rational. I imagine a perfect world where it's not surrounded by all kinds of tangled webs, and well, complications. In this world of mine, everything is quite simple. Simple, there's no wondering, no suspense, no lying awake at night wondering if they feel the same way, no quickening of heart beats...
No complications. And that's all fine and dandy. But, I wonder: what would be the fun in that?