Love is a tenuous, halting, delicate dance at first, a gentle gavotte, a pas de deux of fits and starts and sweaty palms and nervous smiles. But when you fall, really fall, it is like topping that first high hill on a roller coaster, when the nerves give way to a breathless ride punctuated by dips and dives and moments when your stomach feels as if it is trying to escape through your throat.
- Jeff Mullin
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