Bards sing that love is like taking a voyage across a sea.
There are times the water is choppy, times when it is calm. That the depths are unfathomable and the horizon kwithout end. There are no stars to guide you, no sun or moon to light your way. That you can drown or float.
By Morc, I say that’s crap. Love is not waking up on a morning with a knife in your back.