Ultimately, what Cho seems to say is that love does possess its own language, a language as difficult to master as any. It must be learned, honed and practiced, otherwise it grows stagnant and expires, like any other. But unlike a solely spoken language, love carries with it an unspoken quotient. It’s felt as much as expressed. And while words have been used since time immemorial to champion and trumpet love, as well as to express its unfathomable pain, they’re still not enough to fully capture the feeling of being in, or falling out, of love.
Reblogged from how fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes