Why couldn’t Love announce itself, why couldn’t it tap your shoulder and say ‘hey, I’m Love. I’m all rainbows and everything sweet and flowery but the more we spend time together I could get all y and scratch your face until it bleeds like a jealous cat. I could either be simple or complex depending on my friends, Trust and Truth. So would you want to accept me? Oh, a pain equivalent to death might happen when I leave you… just saying. It’s one of those fine prints in accepting me.