âLove is awful. Itâs awful. Itâs painful. Itâs frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. Itâs all any of us want, and itâs hell when we get there. So no wonder itâs something we donât want to do on our own.
I was taught if weâre born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right itâs easy. But Iâm not sure thatâs true. It takes strength to know whatâs right. And love isnât something that weak people do.
Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.â