Love is like grass.
                    If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain.
                       But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting.
                              Now maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of
                                   jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that
                                         was ruined, but either way the stain
                                               remains there. And with time,
                                                   it will begin to fade, but
                                                     it will always be there,
                                   a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.