Psychologically speaking, when a person loves something so passionately, they tend to hold on to it tightly. The analogy was that of a person holding a delicate bird, and they love that little bird SO much that they squeeze it tighter and tighter and tighter until . . . the bird is injured or worse, it dies.
I think loving a person is the same way. A person simply can't hold on so tight, and squeeze, and pressure, and force . . . love comes naturally and has to breathe to be able to grow and remain strong. Sometimes it grows and blossoms...and sometimes it dies.
Interestingly enough, I think this might be the first time I have ever drawn a WHITE bird. It's probably pretty obvious that the color of the bird, along with the look on my face, tell a story of a person who has a powerful love for someone...
#64 December 23, 2010, Pen
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