"Love," he whispered, "is a tiny window, a very ephemeral opening, into a Neverland, dark and scary and magical and unfathomable... all at once. It will suck you into this deep river of infinite uncertainty that will soak you, drown you, cleanse you, destroy you, and recreate you, cell after cell, memory after memory, ecstasy after ecstasy, lust after lust, chase after chase, spell after spell. Nothing will remain of you, but what you let Love carve out of what was once you. It's the ultimate act of giving up and hanging on. Letting go and holding back. It's a beast all claim to know but rarely can they live with. It won't be tamed. It will consume you."
"The window has opened", I said, "Let's jump right in."