You were born, you still very small. And you already love. You love mum, the daddy. And then, when you become older, when you five years, or six. You fall in love with a neighbor’s little girl. And not for: she has treated you with candy. Simply you fall in love. What for and why? You still do not know it! And nothing such she has. She has nothing such - for what it is possible to fall in love. You render her any signs of attention. Well, her plait, for example, you will pull, or you sit at a school desk, and you touch with the knee to her knee.
And then there comes spring. And it occurs almost always in the spring. And you fall in love again. You are already adult. This love is already another! For you unintentional touches are not enough. You wait for something such... Shy sights, shine in eyes, you make absolutely foolish acts which never, for what would not make earlier. You are ready to run on school desks, to sing songs under a window; you are ready to peel a flowerbed in park to bring to the girl flowers. You are ready to risk the life for it. You dream, that she was attacked by hooligans, and you would rescue her, having scattered all of them. You dream, to take out her from a fire, or... Or let her will start to sink in the middle of the river, and you will rescue her. And you will fall weakened on yellow sand, and you will make to it artificial breath. And she will open eyes, something will tell. Also will kiss! It is as the highest wave. And you again can not breathe. And thoughts are confused in a head. A full disorientation! And you are ready to make different foolishnesses. You cling to this love. You keep it with your teeth, because you understand, realize, all its value.
And it happens that you turn it out. You turn it out, because you have got used to live without love. Without love is quieter, easier. And you turn it out. Or is even worse - you kill the love. You try to kill, crush, and destroy. And this is the most terrible, the most dangerous. The love will revenge. The crushed, destroyed love will revenge severely, painfully, ruthlessly. It is not necessary to do it. It is not necessary to play with love.
The love is a gift from above. And if love has come, open your doors. Open your heart. Let, sometimes, it will be sick. Love to love.