Girls like her, my grandfather once told me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry.They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.
What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you’ve fallen, even after you knew how painful it is, you’d still get in line to do it again.”