“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
I stumbled upon this quote today. It was rather nice in that I could laugh at it. But it is with bittersweet understanding of the truth in it. That’s how it feels to me right now anyway.
In my case the house burned down. We have been trying to rebuild it with a stronger foundation and better materials, but it seems that the very ground under our foundation may be nothing more than sand, and it’s slipping through my fingers. I don’t know if I can stop it. I don’t know if I want to.