"A smile.
The simple upward turn of the lips.
It always starts with a smile, whether anyone is aware of it or not.
Before long, there's a laugh. A laugh and a smile. Then a blush.
The blush is what gets you.
And before you know it, you're fucked.
Because love is a tricky beast.
Love likes to bash you over the head with a tire iron when you least expect it.
Love wants nothing more than to pistol whip you into oblivion and leave you bleeding in
the gutter, wanting more.
Love wants nothing more than to pistol whip you into oblivion and leave you bleeding in
the gutter, wanting more.
Because love is a sick, twisted bitch.
And you wouldn't have her any other way.
Fuck love.
But it always starts with a smile."