Love they say enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve and bad things are very easy to get.