“Love… is kinda like… you know when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out? It’s just there a little while, then it burns away. It burns away… absolutely… quickly. Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
—Charles Bukowski
except when you have that love that lasts and you cant seem to run from it even though its substance, its reality has long since left.
