Love is like kitty feet.
Yes, kitty feet. Kitty feet are cute and adorable and you want to hold them, touch them. But they are sometimes flicked away as soon as you do. Sometimes they bash you. But you secretly enjoy it. Sometimes they hold you back, and even hang on. Sometimes they sink little hooks into your flesh and you cannot get away, even if you wanted to.
Sometimes kitty feet stand on you. Usually on your chest, over your heart. Kitty feet are soft and dainty and fuzzy, but they can also be hard and sharp and mash on your heart and sternum.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.