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Love sneaks up on you and pounces on your back and makes you jump and scream and smile all at the same time. Then the butterfly eggs start to hatch and pretty soon they're full-blown monarchs fluttering around trying to get out. Then it tugs the corners of your mouth up and softly prys your lips open, revealing your teeth. Your chest is replaced with glass, trying to hold in your heart. Sometimes though, your heart swells up so it's too big to fit inside its glass cage. Dripping out onto the floor, you let it stay there and the wood panels soak it up. The glass isnt made of the kind that car windows are made of, its the crystal that figurines are made of. It's those test tubes in chemistry that always seem to break. Sometimes, it's like wine glass, or ornaments, or a picture frame. Don't knock it over or it will all spill out. The wooden floor can't soak all of it up, just the little that leaks out. Sometimes you can save love in a jar like you save a dead frog. You can package it up and store it away in a jelly jar. You can still look at it, see it, maybe even touch it once. I think that they're working on a way to bring people back to life after they've been "dead" or frozen away. Maybe that will happen in this lifetime, but for now, I'm just trying to lose myself for one moment, long enough for love to pounce on my back one more time.