All I’ve known of it has been ill-timed and single-sided. But they tell me Love is beautiful. They say it is a resource that is never depleted. Some people never experience the rush of blood to the skin, the hand that catches them when they fall. Some people hit the ground when they fall. And Love does not call their name. I do not want to be that person any longer. I will know Love one day. Someone will catch me when I fall. And it will be beautiful.