harmless monster, elsa

after all, what is happiness love, they tell me. but love doesn t bring and never has brought happiness. on the contrary, it s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we re doing the right thing. real love is composed of ecstasy and agony. paulo coelho, the witch of portobello ventventvent. or at least it started that way yesterday. then today i went back and changed it a whole lot until i thought it