Love is hell
It’s easy to think that falling in love is a blissful state involving men in white linen pants on tropical beaches.
Falling in love is hell.
It’s an anxious, paranoid, sleepless state that is less Seattle and more The Shining. You’re waiting for a hit. You’re anticipating rejection. You’re primping and preening and wondering if he or she will call.
It’s fucking horrible.
So let’s all remember this when we fall in love. It’s not nice.