" Sometimes love does that—it presents itself cloaked in something darker, in odd shapes, in tears and groans and messes, because just like the rest of us, love is afraid to be itself. Sometimes to catch love, you have to hold it to the ground, strip it down, wash the dirt away, and wait. But love will eventually surface to breathe. Most of the time. "

― Rebekah Crane , Postcards for a Songbird