One should never depend on love. Love is just a big circus. At the beginning
of the night it is all glory, funny, live with clowns, flying acrobats, weird people who seem to
be proud of being weird, happy children, toffee toffy taffy
apples, pop corns, tiny little cute dogs… But an average circus lasts approximately
two hours and at the end of the night nothing seems to be fancy anymore. Messed
up dirty circus area, sad freak people who would give anything to be normal,
sleepy children heading back home on their parents’ shoulders (probably with stomachache)
half eaten and blanched apples, crashed pop corns, hungry and tired tiny little
dogs looking for some place to sleep and even acrobats come down and start walking at the end of the night.. This is what love is. Enjoy while you
can before you head back home with a horrible stomachache and trots…