Ernest Hemingway said to write clear and hard about what hurts.

Every wavering lip, every dampened eye and every dent in the heart.

Love is what causes the most hurt.

The desperate, shriveled, damaged, beaten and brutal corpse of it.

Love is not a feeling. It is a commitment.

It can cause a mixture of anger and sadness that convulses inside the chest. Hammering to be let out. Crying to see freedom. To be set free.

It can make you want to hurt who has hurt you, and then bring about confusion as you protect the one you love and hate.

We have no right to touch love. To hold it in our arms and promise that no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, that we will never let go.

Because we will, and we do.

Love deserves better companions.