It's a Twilight thing, you wouldn't understand

There is no such thing as normal.

If you just stick your head in the sand, the only thing people can see is an arse.

Falling into that beautiful thing called love (ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love) Attraction, flirtation, euphoria, THE TRUTH, (Also known as the big whooperdoodle, or the most important part of this whole sloppy, thrilling, infuriating, marvellous experience.) So this love. As wonderous and scary and as fabulous as it can be. It may have started with mere attraction, but where it's ended up is somewhere deeper and truer and endlessly more fulfilling. And despite yourself, you will have learned a little something along the way. That euphoria doesn't have to be fleeting. That love can survive doubt. That a joyful instinct should never be repressed. And so, you throw yourself into love.

Heart first.

Never stop falling in love.