My father once told me monsters were beautiful.
Until I grew older
And realized I was beautiful
And monsters weren’t horrible
I don’t think we ever really fall out of love. We simply found someone new whose flame ignites brighter in our heart than the old one did. But then you saw her crossing the street this morning and the coffee tasted like her lips and the character in the movie you watched last week had her eyes or her lips or the colour of her hair and you feel these knots in your chest. It’s the old flame - igniting again.