Sometimes you’ll love someone in such large quantities, though love can never really be measured, that you won’t be able to contain it within yourself.
You’ll try to calm down but soon you’ll find that love pouring out of you. Occasionally through letters; sometimes through calls at godforsaken hours; now and then through messages that you send with a grammatical error, because you were that nervous.
Love can’t be hidden.
It will find a way.
The question is…
Are you willing to let it?