“My father told me once that love is something you plant,” he finally said. “Like a… tree, or something, I guess.” “Sounds kinda… perverse,” Darla said, taking some popcorn. “Not really,” Martin went on. He tried to channel his father’s exact words. “He said… he said that someone can give you something that seems so insignificant at first. Then you plant it, and it takes in the water, and it takes in the light, and soon it’s so big and so important that you can’t imagine life without it. And it doesn’t go anywhere. It stays there for you.”
Book:The Only Ones