Oh, how I wish I weren't so silly. Can you place love under a microscope? Can you tell love that it is not welcomed when it does not knock on your door? When it wasn't asking permission? Likewise love does not need a welcome when it does knock. Sometimes it comes right in without taking her shoes off and then sits on your couch in her wet rain coat. Love finds a way into your heart and it will not be interviewed, nor does it think much of polls or surveys. Love is and love does not ask permission. Who am I to question her? I will not be rude.
logorrhea representing a life once lived as evangelical trying to come to terms with something called reality