It's hard to tell someone "you hurt me," or "you're hurting me" emotionally. It's hard to fall in love with a person and bask in all the greatness of love and then break even and just spew out fire... but it's worth it. It's worth it to tell the person, "I love you, but that makes me feel like shit." Why? Because. It just goes to show... you can never really love a person without hurting them. To love someone is to peel back their layers, expose their scars, resurface their pain, test them, stress them out, burn them... just so that you can prove that you can do just the opposite: heal them, support them, show them their true colours and make them feel ALIVE, and be there to swim like fucking crazy when they start to drown. Pull them out of the water. Then, push them back in and force them to take risks and be there when they can risk no more. Balance them. Heat the fuck out of them, and then be there to walk through the fire together. No matter how much it burns, if you come out of it alive, together, with burns and scars, your skin will only toughen and you can only take each other for granted less and less.

This love... that's what it's about. I'll always fight for it.