Don't laugh, but sometimes when I write about love I think of a flying squirrel. There's got to be a moment when that baby squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side. Either we're lucky...or we wind up bruised and battered on the ground...
If love doesn't conquer all, it certainly has the ability to heal us until we are willing to close our eyes and jump once again, for good.
-- Jodi Picoult
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