Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can?t be denied. It?s beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there?s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed.
— J.M. Darhower, Sempre

We live and breathe words. …. It was

We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince