Love is funny. Beautiful but funny. I allowed love to agonize me for quite some time. Then finally after a few rants and raves, tantrums and fits, I moved on. My heart wasn’t broken just confused. I would have had to have been rejected to be broken but in this case I could see how much I was loved and how much they were scared to be loved like that (run-on sentences abound). Like that? Passionately, fervently. But, everything comes 360 in the end.