Love is patient love is kind love knows no boundaries. It has no prejudice about who it hurts or who it heals. Often love can be so painful that the other person does not know that they have hurt someone. I do not exactly why but when you love someone and have loved that someone for many years you feel the pain. It’s not that we intentionally intend to hurt someone we from time to time just do. I suppose if love did not hurt it would fell like love at all. In a modern world we treat love as a tool. Something mechanical to use and get something from someone. To hurt. To harm. When you say I love you. What are you really saying? What are you really conveying, asking? No one is perfect. No one is immune to it. But love is a powerful medicine. It can heal and it can harm. It is love that keeps us sane. It is love that makes us whole. That makes us human, that makes us what we are. Who we are.