sometimes, love is soft and quiet it seeps in slowly, and you don't realize it's there. it trickles in until until your heart is so, so full. and some love is fierce, like a raging hurricane. it pours into you, fast and hard and immediate, and there you are, soaked to the bone, wind whipping to your core, and it fills you until you are a flood and there's nothing you can do, you are overflowing, and there is no way to temper such a wild and free thing.