When I love, I love with passion. I am a storm in the middle of the night, not a gentle afternoon rain. I am not graceful, I stumble over my emotions. I hate this about myself. I want to feel less, expect less, love less. I want to let go before I exhaust you.
Don’t let me. Don’t ever let me go.
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
—Uma Thurman (via onlinecounsellingcollege)