Each time the love is different. You meet-cute on the first page. Maybe you don’t really like them at first but then you find yourself falling chapter by chapter. Your friends warn you it will end badly, let you down. Sometimes they do. There are the ones that mean nothing; brief, forgettable, but you enjoyed it at the time. Then comes the great love that goes deep into your heart and even when it’s done you can’t let go and you walk around with their voice singing in your brain. Consuming you until you go back to the shelves, searching for your new Wuthering Heights, hoping you’ll find it again.