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Found this floating around my email account and had to preserve it here where there is a much larger chance that I might find it again.
"I've said this before: the metaphor of falling in love is particularly apt. To love-I mean to really love-is to lose control. We may look for love, or we may run away from it, but we almost always find ourselves in love in a state of complete astonishment. We do not step mindfully into love. We fall into it, as we fall asleep, as we fall from grace, as we fall apart. And yet, when we find ourselves deeply in love, seemingly inextricably entrenched in it, stuck up to our armpits in love, with love tangling our hair and making our skin sticky and sweet, we make the choice to remain there. We are no longer hapless victims who have succumbed to the gravity of love; rather, we are mindful participants in it. We choose to make the best of this strange situation when we look across that unfathomable abyss that will ever separate any two people and see that person stuck there with us, in love as we are, tangled, sweet and sweaty, stuck and hoping with a fervent and illogical beauty that this love will keep us aloft and moving forward."
"I've said this before: the metaphor of falling in love is particularly apt. To love-I mean to really love-is to lose control. We may look for love, or we may run away from it, but we almost always find ourselves in love in a state of complete astonishment. We do not step mindfully into love. We fall into it, as we fall asleep, as we fall from grace, as we fall apart. And yet, when we find ourselves deeply in love, seemingly inextricably entrenched in it, stuck up to our armpits in love, with love tangling our hair and making our skin sticky and sweet, we make the choice to remain there. We are no longer hapless victims who have succumbed to the gravity of love; rather, we are mindful participants in it. We choose to make the best of this strange situation when we look across that unfathomable abyss that will ever separate any two people and see that person stuck there with us, in love as we are, tangled, sweet and sweaty, stuck and hoping with a fervent and illogical beauty that this love will keep us aloft and moving forward."