Dania asked me to write something – a letter, detailing how I felt about love right now. I did, but it wasn’t a letter. It ended up being this rubbish collection of random thoughts. I was going to edit it properly and repost it here, But I’ve decided to leave it be… Unedited. Untainted. True. Flawed. But accepted. Just like I think love should be.



What do I really know about love?

Not much, apparently.

OK maybe not apparently… Evidently.

OK, OK, maybe not evidently… Definitely.

Yeah. Definitely.

But I think I know one thing;

Falling in love is in many ways, similar to dying.

Most of the time, you don’t know when it will happen, it just does. In the time before you fall in love or start to die, you build up sturdy defences, you look out for yourself. You are careful about what goes into you, who has access to you. You set yourself up so that nothing can hurt you. But then one person, a human being born of woman and no different from any other human being who ever escaped the clutches of a womb, wanders into your life. Like a pathogen or a virus, they come to you seemingly inadvertently; carried on the wings of chance and the apparent chaos…

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