Love is comparable to snow and ice when it meets the heat. It can make you melt, but it can also be cold and unwelcoming. It may bring you a sense a joy when you see it from afar, but are you ready for the hardships it brings? The heart breaks? The tears of joy and sorrow alike?
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"What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov