I now understand why falling in love is one of the scariest and most beautiful parts of the human experience.
It's like jumping off a cliff. It's like that second before the car crash when time stops and everything you've ever known is about to hit you right in the face before you even have time to react. Love isn't like some slowly blossoming delicate flower; love is the moment before the fucking thunderclap when the whole earth stops to hold its breath before the sky tears apart completely.
I'll never forget what this feels like.
**side note: I just realized the fantastically dirty parallel of a volcanic eruption being used to describe love. A volcanic love eruption. *smirk*