Once upon a time I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out.

It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.

Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

Sometimes when things are falling apart they may actually be falling into place.

It's only when life is broken and shattered into tiny pieces when you understand that love prevented you from falling apart.