In love there is no such thing as right and wrong.
No such thing as perfection.
There are just infinitive moments when time stops.
No one's decisions are smart or dumb.
They are just decisions of the heart.
The moment when it skips a beat for someone
is equal to an earthquake.
Your body starts shivering, your mind feels puzzled,
and nothing else matters.
You feel no pain.
When love dies the pain creeps in
and everything else disappears.