The strangest thing is to love, but not so deeply that you lose yourself and can’t recover. Love seems to be an infinite, bottomless thing and it is easy to lose yourself in such enormity. It is really like an addiction; it is an absolute, its borders so far out that, to reach them would exhaust you, quite literally. Love deeply but don’t lose sight of yourself, don’t live that love in spite of yourself. Because of its immense size, it is a dangerous thing. Sweet as it can be, you need to keep your wits about you. You need to be self-aware. Like the elements, love can be as wonderful as a sunny day, but it is a force of nature still, and can be as disastrous as a shift in the foundations of the earth.
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