How can you tell the rain not to fall when clouds exist? How can you tell the leaves not to fall when the wind exists? How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist?
Love comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they’ve been betrayed, to those who still need love even though they’ve been hurt before.
I may be innocent to know what love is, I may not show it to you. I may not love you the way it should be, but I’m always willing to love you the way I understand it.