Love – It is very much like a bottle of wine, my friend. When the bottle is full, it is filled with passion and excitement because it still possesses its essence. You drink of it, and drink of it still, and in due time, its essence is depleted. The inevitability is that you are left with a vessel, empty and without life. This empty bottle is now a mere monument to the times you had when it was full; such is the penance for drinking of the ones you love too deeply.
– K.W. Richardson