great writers, crap thinkers.

love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

to love is to be vulnerable.

C.S. Lewis.

to be honest mr lewis, i think you speak utter crap.

i think it's easy to love someone. love doesnt have to be heart-renching sadness when you're apart or have every thought and dream occupied with them. love can be affection, lust and friendship.

so no. i think you, sir, are wrong.

sometimes people try way too hard to be different, maybe being normal isnt such a bad thing.