"It was frightening to take your love and put it all into someone else, let them walk around with it like they held a fragile, expensive piece of china…and hope they didn’t trip and drop it. There was nothing she could do about it, no armor she could don to protect herself. The deed was done. The bargain struck. It had all been accomplished without her knowledge, without her consent or even her will. Love was like that. Love was careless that way. It just wanted what it wanted and didn’t think about what was best for it."
by Anya Bast