“Life’s good,” she said, “All I need now is somebody to settle down with, somebody to complete the picture.”
Her friend laughed. “Love is never convenient,“ she replied. “And it’s certainly neither comfortable nor complacent. Love strikes when you least expect it. Love upsets the careful balance of life and leaves it in absolute ruin. Complete the picture? No. Love is the corrosive that strips your canvas bare and starts all over. So if you are looking for something that will slot seamlessly into your little old life, my god, look elsewhere.”
– Beau Taplin || T h e P i c t u r e
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