Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.
Laurell K. HamiltonI know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.
Laurell K. Hamilton