More metaphors
time for my next installment of metaphors.
Love is like a storm. It is turbulant on the outside, but once you reach the eye it is calm.
That calm of the storm is the best place to be, nice and calm, skirt the edges it might get a little stormy but it is all good, the way love should be. Love can also be like a beautiful animal in an eternally locked cage, you can see it, almost feel it, but can never touch it. Love is the same way, you can see it, and feel it, but can never quite grasp onto it. Love is a puzzle, so confusing, so hard, but once you finish the puzzle you have such a wonderful feeling, the greatest feeling ever. Love is like a flower. Such a beautiful thing, but it must be cared for properly, otherwise it will die, just as i have so many times before.
Love is like a storm. It is turbulant on the outside, but once you reach the eye it is calm.
That calm of the storm is the best place to be, nice and calm, skirt the edges it might get a little stormy but it is all good, the way love should be. Love can also be like a beautiful animal in an eternally locked cage, you can see it, almost feel it, but can never touch it. Love is the same way, you can see it, and feel it, but can never quite grasp onto it. Love is a puzzle, so confusing, so hard, but once you finish the puzzle you have such a wonderful feeling, the greatest feeling ever. Love is like a flower. Such a beautiful thing, but it must be cared for properly, otherwise it will die, just as i have so many times before.