I was reading a Laurell K. Hamilton book today and one metaphor has remained in my mind all day: "Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on the surface tension alone, and you can feel that one more drop and it will still over."
Basic but perfect.
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