Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.
No use crying over spilled milk.
Passion - eventually it cools.
Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.
Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.
A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.