Turning a house in to a home...
First love, then comes lust, or lust then comes love... but you know love comes with the "all of the aboves." Love that one thing but hate everything else that go with it but we often flow and go with it. But above the above is the one you hate to love because love is hate mixed in with bittersweet symphony of immature petty arguments just for the taste of the emotional moment that seduces your partner to making love roughly or what we all call make up sex... but that can wait, till both of them can agree on to carrying the extra baggages, acceptance of their immediate fam, and maybe even taking on being a parent figure... it doesn't take much to figure it out, don't have to be a blind eye to see to it if serious enough to get over a puppy love that really do not do diddle little bits, like a middleman who diddled in moving weight with the little leaguers that got caught in the middle with the little man from little italy who cuts off middlemans 10 fingers... we are not atlas to carry on worlds, but if its love at last, then your chin will be up, simple worries shouldnt hurt, petty arguments shouldnt worry you... love is love and love isnt love to bust a busta nut just to bust a busta love.