Love is the road of the patient ones, of the ones who are patient enough to find themselves again. Love doesn't happen overnight. Nope, it doesn't happen at a glance, though it takes a forbidden glance to lose it. It had already happened where the souls meet before the bodies do.
On the stairway to her haven, there are broken pieces of my heart on every step. That's how love is. That's how people find the one. By trampling their own hearts, As it has always been.