Love is like grass. If you fall on it,
it may leave a stain & some temporary
pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will
eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the
stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans, or
maybe it was nothing special that was
ruined, but either way the stain remains
there. & with time it will begin to fade, but
it will always be there, a permanent reminder
that you, too, once fell.
