love is not blind.
love is an accumulate knowledge and judgment you have placed upon a person, the careful sifting and measuring out of each risk that you are taking. love is the deep study of subject matter to analyze it endlessly and constantly ask yourself “is it okay, is this person okay?” Love is the way you tell yourself not to think about them and the way you tell yourself not to look at those pictures because you cannot get hurt again. Love is the night you couldn’t fall asleep because you didn’t want to let go but it was all slipping away and all of the facts and probabilities and numbers and logic and rationality you had worked so hard to collect; they were gone.
you looked at him and your heart fluttered.
no, love is not blind.