Love makes you vulnerable. It opens your heart, making it almost too easy for someone to get inside of you and rip you apart. You build up all these defenses, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person wanders into your life, and you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something stupid. Like they smile at you, or call you pretty. Then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you and eats you up, leaving you crying in the darkness. One stupid memory can tear you apart, whether it’s something stupid or meaningful. It feels like someone stabs you in the heart and twists the knife as they pull it out. It hurts. Not in just the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a real gets-inside-of-you-and-rips-you-apart- kind of hurt.