There is No Falling in Love!
There is also no crying in baseball.
One does not fall in love anymore than one falls into heaven.
Falling implies a lack of control.
You fall into lust. You fall into infatuation.
But there is No Falling in love!
There is also no crying in baseball.
These are just the rules. I don't make them up.
If you want to play the game then pay attention, buttercup.
Love is a choice. A well-thought and carefully executed plan of attack.
Love is a controlled descent into madness.
A controlled descent, but never a fall.
Love is a conscious and continuous effort.
Love grows. Love evolves.
Love ebbs and it flows.
Love does many things,
But it never falls!
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