How is it that love can be so loud?
That it can make you embody the term "crazy for him," throw out all logic and bring out the beautiful, the ugly, the vulnerable and the terrifying?
How is it that love can be so quiet?
That the heart is satisfied with a single shared moment, a quick glance, a night in and the thought of connection that has nothing to do with the physical?
Or maybe when it reaches a point when it can survive on just existence?
I don't understand ...
But I do.