It's frightening realizing you hurt love. Love was pure, love was playful, love tried and cried, love gave and kept giving. I hurt love for selfish reasons. I don't know how to accept it. I don't know how to replicate it. I don't know it's value so instead I hurt it with misguided principles, abuse, and insensitivity. I shut it down with harsh logic.

But, love is always there. Love is always waiting. It was quiet and patient, strained and exhausted, from trying...